How’s this for an inappropriate post? So many things wrong here…

We were all at the dinner table eating supper. Cady had no pants on. Long story. Starts with constipation. Ends with her slobbering/gaging on her pants.

She had a long shirt on though. So, there’s that.

The subject of bath time came up. Specifically, that she needed to take one that night. Cady says something to the effect of, “yeah. My pee-pee is red and white,” and proceeds to try and show us with her hands.

Brennyn and I nearly in unison: “Cady, go wash your hands.”

Cady: “{sniff} Okay. Yeah. They smell like Santa Claus.”