Lillian: “Daddy, I’m asleep!”
“No you’re not!”
“Yes I am!”
[repeat…]
“Well if you’re asleep, how come your eyes are open?”
Lillian thinks for a minute, then theatrically closes her eyes.
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We’re at the farm, and Lillian has been suddenly seized by the urge, and has done a poo outside.
Later: “Daddy, only birdies poo outside.”
“Then why did you poo outside?”
Lillian thinks for a moment.
“I’m a birdie!”
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And while in the vicinity of toilet habits, she is toilet trained and quite reliable, but sometimes has a little accident. Today we were at church in Foster. Lillian disappeared out the back. She was gone for a while, and I went to investigate. She was standing in the kitchen (in which, sometimes, biscuits can be found), looking sheepish, in a puddle.
“Daddy, I peed in my undies.”
Quickly, Daddy finds himself on hands and knees mopping up before anyone else comes along.
