The other day, Monson spit-up a little bit while Danielle was holding him. Danielle freaked out and said she can't stand spit-ups. I told her it was only milk, not a big deal. She said she'd rather change a dirty diaper than be around spit-up. I told her she was crazy because spit-up is way less gross than poop.
Damon was in the room with us, hearing all this and suddenly he said, "Milk and poop."
I kind of laughed and realized that he some-what understood our conversation. Then he kept saying, "Milk and poop. Mommy, milk and poop."
He will still come up to me now, weeks later, and say, "Milk and poop" with a big smile on his face. He is such a boy!
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