More from the mouths of babes:

Peanut and I are lying in bed snuggling before getting up (we did lots of that this past week as work was closed for the holidays. I dread going back tomorrow.)

"What's dat smell?"

"Is it stinky?"

"Yes"

"It's Mommy's breath."

"Mommy, your breaf stinky. You need to brush your teef. Your mouf is dirty."

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We're in the mall parking lot and a car rolls by - I'm surprised we couldn't actually see the cannabis smoke coming out. You could smell it from a mile away.

"What's dat smell?"

Hubby and I simply crack up.

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Peanut is lying in bed the day after Christmas, fighting sleep as usual.

"Santa bring me presents. He come when we sleep. I want to see him. He come back?"

"No, sweetie, he only comes at Christmas. Remember, you saw him when he came to school. You can see him again next year."

"We go to Norf Pole to see him. We take our sleigh. Mommy, Daddy, Lily, and Kitties go. We wear glubs (gloves) and jackets. It cold at Norf Pole."