Backstory: We went to a birthday party for a 2-year-old friend of Gabbie's on Saturday. She received a bag of party favors which included some Dora temporary tatoos.
On Saturday night, Gabbie was playing with her favor bag and took out that tattoos. I was playing around on the computer (Ticket to Ride FTW!) and so wasn't really paying attention. She walked up to Aaron and requested something quietly, to which he responded, "I'm sorry, what?" She repeated her request, at which time I was summoned to join in on the conversation.
"Repeat for your mom what you just said to me."
Sheepishly, Gabbie replied, "Will you put these on my butt?"
And then I fell over and died of laughter.
We couldn't quite get out of her what made her ask for tattoos to be applied to her butt, but we quickly squashed the idea because:
1) Ladies don't put tattoos on their butts (at least 2-year-old ladies don't) (We had been having conversations all day about how ladies don't lift their dresses up in public and sit so their underwear isn't showing, so it seemed like a good way to frame the conversation.
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2) If we put it on her butt, she wouldn't be able to see it.
Point number 2 won her over, and a tattoo was applied to her hand, where she could admire it the rest of the evening.
So, in summary: my kid is awesome and hilarious.
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That is hilarious! I love it that our kids are finally at the age where they say all of these awesome and amazing things. (This morning, for example, Andrew kept calling a construction Bobcat a "butt crack." He refused to call it anything else. It was interesting to try to explain to his daycare teachers, that's for sure.)
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