Stinky Pants and other tidbits

Mama:  Elsie, I smell something.  Is there something stinky in your pants?
Elsie:  No, Mama.  Elsie makes her poopers in the potty chair.
Mama:  Oh you do, do you?  I think I smell something in your pants...
Elsie:  Mama has stinky pants!
Mama:  No, I don't think it's me who has stinky pants.  Who else could it be?
Elsie:  Grandma RJ!
Mama:  No, it's not Grandma RJ.  Who else could it be?
Elsie:  Grandma Dorothy!
Mama:  No, it's not Grandma Dorothy.  Who else could it be?
Elsie:  Daddy!
Mama:  No, I don't think it's Daddy.  Who else could it be?
Elsie:  Maaaaaybe Elsie?

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Daddy:  Elsie, I think we should get you a big hamster wheel and hook it up to a generator.

Elsie (eyes huge):  Yes!  Elsie would like that very much.  Daddy go get Mamster Wheel right now?

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Playing on the iphone in bed, just like Daddy!

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Elsie:  Mama, you want to look in Elsie's bottom?

Mama:  Look in your bottom?  What would I find in your bottom?

Elsie:  Elsie's tail!

Mama:  Your tail?  What kind of tail is it?  A kitty tail?

Elsie (grabbing my braid and shaking it):  No, Mama, it's a Mama tail in Elsie's bottom!

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Elsie:  Daddy, I want to be just like you!

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Elsie (While being tucked into bed):  Mama, Elsie wake up in two minutes, okay?

Mama:  Well, it's night time, so I think we better sleep longer than two minutes.  We need to rest our minds and rest our bodies so that we will be ready to play again tomorrow.

Elsie:  Okay.  Elsie go to sleep to rest.  Elsie be ready in two minutes!

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 Giving myself a ride on my big-kid swing!

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Elsie (while rubbing her eyes and laying her head on the table): Elsie is very sleepy.
Daddy: Maybe we should go lay down in your bed and take a rest?
Elsie (as she sprints out of the room): No! Elsie doesn't need to rest!

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Elsie:  Elsie's baby had a pooper!  

Mama:  Oh, my!  Should we change her pants?  

Elsie:  No, her pants are clean!  

Mama:  Hmm...if her pants are clean, where did she make her pooper?  In the potty?

Elsie:  No!  On Elsie's foot.  See baby's pooper?

(No, it wasn't a "baby pooper"....it was a fur ball Elsie had stepped in.  Lovely.)

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Daddy (upon "finding" Elsie "hiding" under the yoga mat):  Elsie!  There you are!  What are you doing in there?

Elsie:  Daddy, Elsie drinking tea in here.