December 16

We enjoyed the warm day earlier this week (60 in December, really?!?) by going for a walk. I walked behind Liam riding his big wheel while Mark held Connor. I didn't see the pile, I didn't hear the splat, but I sure did smell the unmistakable odor. Someone had stepped in something a neighborhood dog had so thoughtfully left behind. I checked my shoes, Mark checked his. Nope. We knew it couldn't be Connor and Liam had been pedaling the whole time. Then I noticed the strip of brown on Liam's big red wheel. Liam turns to look at me with his nose crinkled.
Liam: "Momma, I smell something. I smell something NOT good. *mumble, mumble*(while shaking his head emphatically) NOT good...."

File this under 'Duh':
After seeing a commercial about fireplaces;
Liam:"I don't like fire, it's too.....um....firey"