BK: 'So this sheep knows a boy from L.A.'?
BK: 'The sheep...it knows someone in L.A.'?
Me: 'Don't you like this rhyme'?
BK: 'No..no... it goes One for my master, One for the dame and One for the little boy who lives in L.A., right?'
Me, laughing pretty hard: 'One for my master, One for the dame and One for the little boy who lives down the lane'!!
Me: 'No Max and Ruby, No Yo Gabba Gabba, No Band, No Barney, No...'
O: 'Mama, you smelly'.
Me: 'What? What do you mean'? *smelling armpits, smelling my shirt* 'What do you mean...where am I smelly?' *sniffing all over* .."Is it my mouth?'..
O sits there grinning, having successfully gotten me over her case.
Me: 'Darn kids...watch whatever you want'.
Me: 'This is the way we wash our belly, wash our belly, wash our...'.
O: 'Mama, you Biiiigggg Belly'
Me, tossing her baby sponge into the water: 'Bathe yourself kid.'