After the bath

After getting the kids out of the bath last night, I hear this, "Come find me daddy!" Followed by an,
"Erin, you have to come see this." I walk into the kid's room to see streaking Sadie on her knees with her head down hiding in a shelf. It would have worked, if her naked bum weren't sticking out. We laughed and laughed as quietly as we could between our, "I don't know! Do you see her?"

Joe dressed Sadie for bed, and I had Joe Joe. My boy was a little rashy in his bum region, so I broke out the "ouchy-bottom-cream" as we call it, and proceeded to apply a thick layer. As I am applying the white salve, my boy toots...on my finger.



This odd laughter of shock, and amusement came out of my mouth as I realized what had happened. This is what Sadie said,

"What happened Mama? You okay?"
"Joe Joe just stinkered on my finger...and now my finger stinks."
"Oh my goodness! And you don't like that mama? You no like it when Joe Joe tinkers on you?"
"No."
"Oh. Alright Mama."

The best part was her patronizing voice, and facial expression: eyebrows furrowed as she nodded her cocked head. I laughed harder at what she said, than what had actually taken place. I love this stage.