On Saturday, Bella came up to me in my office and said very seriously, "Mommy. I need to talk to you about something." "What?" I said. "I need to tell you about love.", she replied. So I said, "What would you like to tell me about love, my dear?" "That I love you Mommy" she said, and went back to what she was doing.
On Sunday we were sitting in a line of cars at McDonald's, behind a big stinky truck. Bella said, "Yuk Mommy, that truck has bad breath. I can smell it in my mouth."
Smart Kid.
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