*This is a transcript of actual events
I'm sitting at the kitchen table typing out a message on my laptop. I can hear Avery somewhere close by but I can't see her. She's talking to herself or her imaginary friend, I can't tell which.
Me: Av? What are you doing?
Avery: Pooping.
Me: Oh. Are you done?
Avery: Yes.
Me: Do you need some help?
Avery: Yes.
Me: Why didn't you call me?
Avery: (sounding very exasperated, like maybe she's rolling her eyes at me) Mommy! Because I thought you'd hear it!
Me: (now walking into the bathroom) How would I hear it?
Avery: Because it went SPLASH!
Me: Nice.
Avery: I bet it's big.
Me: You are your father's daughter.
Ahhhh. The joys of motherhood.
From the mouths of babes. I am so glad I found your blog. It's adorable.
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