Last Saturday was rainy and yucky, leaving me and DB stuck indoors with the girls all weekend. So Saturday, we turned on The Emperor’s New Groove for a bit before nap, just for something to do.
Well, when I go up to get LB out of bed post nap, she says, “Mommy, my tummy hurts.”
“I’m sorry, buddy,” I said. “What kind of hurt? Like you need a snack hurts? Or like you need to take a poop hurts? Or like you need medicine hurts?”
“Like I need a movie hurts.”