Yesterday she filled her palm with pixie stick dust and licked up every last speck. I'm sure that hand didn't spread many germs, right?
Not an hour later I found her walking around the house with a Littlest Petshop treasure chest, filled to the brim with (drum roll please) her spit.
This morning as I was doing the boys hair she opened up a brand new gallon of icy cold milk . . . and licked the lid.
At least if she ends up going to the doctor she won't have to get her throat swabbed, she can just hand over the treasure chest.
7 comments:
Ah-HA! The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Wait a minute....
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Oh my gosh....and you raised them both! Nature vs. nurture.....go figure
Note to self: stick personal 'sanitizer' in purse before playing pet shop...
Spitty Pet Shop?
Hilarious!
But maybe only funny to someone reading your blog.
Aaaaaaaaa! I think I'm going to go wash my hands.
You never know when you may need a saliva specimen. She's just planning ahead! Smarty pants.
Eat dirt and live, that's our motto. Apparently Allie's is save your spit and live.
The joys of being young... and not caring, right?
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