More From the Mouths of Babes

Griffin: "I smell something bad. Something really, really bad."

Me: "You do?" I start to sniff around the house, concerned the dog has had an accident.

Griffin: "Yes, it's bad. I smell poopy!!!"

Me: "Poopy? Really? Where?"

Griffin sniffs the air, turns to me with wide eyes and yells, "Oh, I know! It's your breath Mommy!"

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The boys watched Alvin and the Chipmunks last night before bed. Halfway through the movie, Brennan turns to me and says thoughtfully, "If we were the chipmunks, I would be Alvin, Aidan would be Simon and Griffin would be Theodore!"

Brennan smiles at me and continues, "Would you like to be our Chipette Momma?"

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I am in the bathroom attending to business. Faintly in the background, I hear Griffin yelling, but can't make out what he is saying. As he gets closer, I hear him yell, "Mommy! Mommy! Where are you? Mommy! I have to tell you something Mommy!"

Griffin's yelling continues and gets more agitated. Irritated, I open the door to the bathroom a crack and yell back, "I am IN THE BATHROOM!"

Griffin yells back, "Where? Mommy! I have to tell you something!"

I yell even louder, "IN THE BATHROOM. I AM IN THE BATHROOM. ON THE TOLIET, OKAY?"

Griffin runs to greet me in the bathroom.

"Mommy, I have to tell you something! I have to tell you something!"

I sigh, wondering when, exactly, I will ever have a moment of privacy again. "Yes, Griffin, what do you have to tell me?"

Griffin smiles and says sweetly, "I love you Mommy" and walks away.

I guess a lack of privacy is but a small price to pay.