Nick and I were in the car when a wash of fowel smelling "something" came over us. Nick starting saying PU! in the back of the car and asking if it was a skunk. Having a cold, I could not decipher if it was roses or a dirty skunk. Nick started chanting and being silly about the word "PU."
PU, PU, P, P, P, P. The skunk P, P'ed on the road when he got died.
What's U, Mommy? yooey, gooey, U. PU!
A couple of weeks ago, (Rob is making me blog this) I was changing for work infront of Nick (now 3 years old). I took off my PJ top and he said, "Oh, I like your boobs, Mom." Needless to say I finished getting dressed rather quickly!