“When I grow up I want to be a mommy, just like you.”
“Well thank you, that’s a nice compliment. Do you know what a complement is?”
“No, it’s not a compliment, it’s a gig. We all have gigs. Daddy’s gig is waffles and bacon and pancakes. Your gig is smoothies. My gig is pooping and peeing.”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. And my gig is eating.”
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