Kenley was taking care of business on the potty last week. Per usual, she told me she needed her “pwivacy” and shooed me out of the bathroom- only to continue carrying on her conversation with me.
She starts telling me some story, and mid-sentence she pauses, looks around to the right, fans herself, then looks to the left.
“Mama”, Kenley says, “Somedin‘ is stinky!” She could not figure out where the smell was coming from. She looked at the floor, on the counter. What the heck could it be?
Me- “That’s YOU Kenley“.