Scarlett woke us up one morning this week saying, "mom, salmon (our smelly dog) smells like a roasted cheeto."
Owen on the other hand is perfecting his skills as a big liar. If he does something wrong, and I ask him what happened, he says, "me don't know" or "carly did it". He calls Scarlett Carly because he can not say his S's yet. I happen to love it and hope he never stops saying it. It is his own special name for her, and some things are way to sweet to grow out of.
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very sweet!
How would one know what a roasted Cheeto smells like? Now that's a simile you don't hear every day. Salmon smells better than our dog, I can assure you that. We'd LOVE for her to smell like a roasted Cheeto.
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