LB wouldn't share her crackers with me, so of course I told her:
Me: You used to live in my belly, and I shared everything I ate with you. So it's only fair that you share your food with me now. Did you know that you used to live in my belly?
LB: Yeah.
Me: Really? When did you live in my belly?
LB: When I was a little baby.
Me: What do you remember?
LB: What it smell like.
Me: So what did it smell like?
LB: It smell like baby butt.
Um, I think my daughter just told me that my uterus smells like ass.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Memories from the Womb
Posted by Things I May Regret Writing at 11:00 AM
Labels: conversations, food, pregnancy
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