The other day while driving in the car an unsavory smell came wafting through the vents (think: sulfur). Maggie piped up in the back seat, "Ew, mom! It smells like someone's bum!" I quickly told her that she was not to speak like that, did she ever hear Cinderella or Belle talking like that? Didn't she want to be like a princess?
Cash's response: "Mom, princesses poop."
Heaven help me. Seriously.