Me: “Laura, are you poopy?”
Laura: “No. You check?”
*she walks backwards to me*
*Look, and yes, she has pooped*
Laura: “Oh goodness. Oh goodness.”
While waiting at the doctor yesterday:
Me: “Were you a good girl today?”
Laura: “Yeah.”
Me: “Were you naughty?” (She hadn’t been naughty that day. I was just asking to see what she’d say)
Laura: “No, I can’t be naughty.”