This morning W begged for bacon and we happened to have some so I made it. He gobbled it up and asked for more.
B looked down at his only after first finishing his raisin bagel. He touched the bacon (cooked to perfection I might add), brought it close to his mouth, then scrunched up his nose and said "Stinky" and looked at me like he wasn't sure what was going on before placing it back on his plate.
"What?" I said, moving around to his side of the table.
He looked down at the bacon, then back at me. "You toot Mommy?"
"No." For once, this was not a lie.
"You have poopy?" he said.
"No," I said. "Do you?"
"No." He paused. Having ruled me out as the originator of the scent he declared "I no like bacon."
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