Bu-ssert = Dessert
Bajamas = Pajamas
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The other morning, Curly got up a little later than BigBoy. He came in and sat down on the couch next to BigBoy and BigBoy immediately started complaining that Curly smelled bad. Curly came and sat next to me and when I didn't smell anything, I told them both so. Curly sat there a minute, put his hand over his mouth and exhaled. After sniffing, he whispered to me "It's my bweath, Mommy. It's my bweath." He kept exhaling, sniffing and saying it. I was rolling on the floor laughing and finally told him to go brush his teeth then.
You just have to love this kid!!!
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