Need to talk to God

I love having a three year old. There are many, many reasons why, but this morning my daughter was especially sweet.

Well, if stories about 3-year-olds going poo gross you out, then you should move along at this point. This story is about poo... kind of.

Our normal routine around here is that Kailyn wipes if it's #1, grown-ups wipe if it's #2. I got the call around 1:50 that this would be a grown-up wipe. Yippee. I looked around to be sure I was indeed the only grown-up, and seeing that I was, made my way into the bathroom. Which was probably a good thing, as my husband has been known to gag over the smell of kids' poo. This one was baaaaaaad. I couldn't hold back, and told Kailyn, "my goodness, you can make some stinky poo!" Where would a hiney so small store all that stink? Sheesh!!!

I'll spare you a picture of her sitting on the throne, but with this face, she tells me, "I need to talk to God, I think. Maybe I should go see him and my Papa." These comments always bring mixed emotions for me. But, I prod, "Why, honey - why do you need to see God?"

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"Well, I guess he just made my poo stinky. He sometimes makes people's poo stink, but I think, yeah... well, I think that I need to ask him if he would give me some poo that smells nice."

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Aaaahhh... a new prayer to add to our list.