So, this morning in the car, I'm telling Lexie that we are going to start going to the gym again Tuesday's and Thursday's after school. From her seat in the car I hear her say, "Ok, but this time I'm bringing my crap!" I just started laughing hysterically. Finally once I recovered, I told her that that word was this close (holding my thumb and pointer finger about half inch apart) to being a bad word. She says, "Really? Why?" and I tell her it's because it is another word for poop. I'm looking at her in the rear-view mirror, her eyes are open really wide and she is silent. Finally she asks, "Does that mean Mr. Krabs is poop?" And I laugh hysterically again, realizing that she had really said she was bring her little stuffed animal beanie baby crab, Claude, with her when we go.
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