Heard from stroller while on walk:
Papa. Itches. Butt.
(Lately the boy's been a tad preoccupied by his bug bites and itching. Either he had an itch on his rear this time or it was some sort of commentary regarding his papa.)
Said after watching drool fall from his mouth onto the step:
Yuck. Mess. Mama. Clean.
Heard while on the changing table:
More powder. Tickles.
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