Bella: Mom, where do birds go potty?
Me: Outside, wherever they want.
B: Who cleans it up?
M: No one really, it's kind of disgusting.
B: Well, where is the bird's tushie?
I told her it's under their tail, which I am not even sure about, but it satisfied her. I was through with that conversation!
Bella: When I get bigger, I won't fit in my bed anymore.
Me: (who slept with Bella last night, 7.5 months pregnant and all!) Well, I fit in your bed!
B: Well, than you can sleep in my bed, and I will sleep in your bed with daddy.
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