Last night while we were eating dinner (completely out of the blue, I might add):
Blue-Eyed Boy: (very seriously) ” We have a stinky problem”
The Hunk and I look at each other, then look at him, both wondering if we heard him right and wondering what in the world he is talking about.
The Hunk and I together: “We have a stinky problem?”
Blue-Eyed Boy: (gravely) “Yep, we have a stinky problem”
me: (confused) “we have a stinky problem?”
Blue-Eyed Boy: ” POOP!!!”
The Hunk and I lost it at this point.
Blue-Eyed Boy: “STIIIINKYYYYYY!!! That’s what Buzz says”
The Hunk: “You mean sLLLinky bottom??”
Blue-Eyed Boy: “Yep, we have a sLinky bottom, he fall down”
(if you haven’t seen Toy Story II–or I for that matter–you need to)
I don’t make this stuff up, I promise.