Yesterday, DS (25 mo) wanted to sit with me and spin, so as he sat on my lap in front of the wheel he reached over and grabbed the ball of roving that was waiting. He put it in his lap started petting it and saying "beautiful" over and over. Needless to say I was feeling very proud of my dying job that it should get such admiration.
Later in the evening while changing DS he anounced "I made a beautiful poopy."
Later in the evening while changing DS he anounced "I made a beautiful poopy."
: That's too funny. But just because he made a comparison to his excrement doesn't mean your yarn wasn't beautiful! 
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