Tristan was in the kitchen making a snack after school today. I was feeding Amalyn mush in her high chair by the couch and Kalia was running around excited that Daddy was home. Suddenly, she comes running to me "poopy, poopy!"
me: "It's ok, go to the potty"
Kalia: "No! In kitchen!"
me: "You went poopy in the kitchen?"
At which point Tristan interjected "It's not poopy! It's tasty!"in reference to the nutella he was spreading on his bread. He then tried to give her a taste. Kalia ran away "No! No! Poopy, No poopy!"
me: "It's chocolate."
Kalia:"No poopy"
Only after mommy took a taste would she believe us.
Then she asked for more.
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