Thomas: "Mom, you bought new butt paste!
(He's referring to Bodreaux' Butt Paste - a diaper rash ointment)
Me: Yes, I did.
Thomas: "That's so kind of you."
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Last night we were having a lesson on how each member of our family is like the cars on a train. Dad is the engine - it's his job to lead the train and pull everyone along. The kids are the cars, and they help carry the load of the family, and the mom is like the caboose, making sure everything gets done on time by pushing forward.
Adam pipes up with the following observation:
"Yeah, and we all better do our part because if something happens to the engine, the caboose will have to find a new engine pretty fast."
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Last night, Frankie was kind enough to change a very nasty Thomas diaper for us. She thought she had cleaned it all up but Rhea (aka Aunt Mimi, our friend who is staying with us) kept smelling poop. She finally realized that there was some poo streaked on the couch and that she had somehow gotten it all over her pant leg. As she went upstairs to change, Adam commented, "Everything gets ruined when you roll around in poop."
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Until next time...
