The girls love to hear stories about when they were little. I know they are still little, but they like to hear about stuff they can't remember.
One of my favorite crazy kid memories is of Claire. When she was just 18 months old she loved to chew gum. I, of course, did not give her the gum. It was the grandparents. My dad kept a stash of gum in a drawer in their kitchen. Being a smart kiddy Claire figured this out. One day she took a large pack of spearmint Trident and snuck downstairs with it and proceeded to eat almost the whole pack. That's about 20 pieces of gum. (This was when she used to swallow food whole. I kid you not she wolfed her food down. The things I would find in her diapers!) So she didn't actually chew the gum. I wasn't too worried about it. I figured it would all come out in the end.
About two hours later Claire needed her diaper changed. It was the best smelling diaper I have ever changed. It was minty fresh! I guess all that gum made her gassy because the rest of the day she kept cutting the cheese except it was more like fresh mint cheese.
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Thanks for that, Julie.
A week or two ago, I left an empty can of Sierra Mist (which, of course, Jeffrey is not allowed to have) on my desk. When Suzanne and I weren't looking, Jeffrey sneaked over, picked up the can and sat down quietly in a corner between a chair and the wall. When we went looking for him, he smiled at me and said, "I drank a pop!"
That is so hilarious. Maybe that's what they should have all the time, so that it will be minty fresh when you change them. Just kidding. Thanks for sharing.
Gross!
Although, I have to say, I would be all for the minty fresh doo-doo. Maybe you are on to something here... get your enterprising husband to dot-com that thing and make millions! LOL
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