My Darling Child: "Momma? Where did you get the soft, golden toilet paper?"
Me: ::thinking?::
MDC: "When you made me?"
Me: ::?::
MDC (thinks, "my poor, foolish mother"): "Where did you get the soft gol-den toi-let pa-per that you made me from?"
Me: ::lightbulb:: "Tissue. Your body has soft tissues. Not like toilet paper. Like skin."
MDC: ::?::
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Adorable. It makes me kind of sad that all of my little cousins are growing up, 'cause I won't get to have this sort of conversation so often. :)
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