Yes, actually the exact wording was, "Your sisters dog poop trumps your flowers right now Kennedy!" Still wondering how I got through it without throwing up (and I know my extended family will be so proud to see how I have matured since the early days).
It all started yesterday when Brooklyn, after changing for the third time from mud and accidents, finally decided while she was being daddy's helper she would take off her shoes. I happened to walk outside to see how they were and the girls were walking around when it all went down. Brooklyn lets out this scream like she is in horrible pain. I thought oh no, she stepped in ants in bare feet. I ran over to look and don't see ants but smell something. She keeps on screaming and so I sit her down because I surely will find ants, but no the only surprise that awaits me is fresh dog poop all over her feet and pants (and no we don't even own a dog...why dogs can't poop in their own yard is beyond me). So I carry her still screaming all the way to the back hose and start hosing her off, trying not to get it all over myself and not throw up (being 6 mos. pregnant isn't helping the case). When next thing I know Kennedy is standing at the other end of the driveway yelling that her "weeds", oh I mean flowers that she just picked needed water before they die. And that is when out of my mouth came "dog poop trumps your flowers!" I think in the midst of the water hose noise and Brooklyn still freaking that she asked "what trump means mommy."
I think I am more amazed at the timing of when 6 year olds "need" something very important to their little worlds as if we aren't doing anything at the moment. And believe me if I had my camera close you would have gotten a shot at the whole thing going down.
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