Speaking of bad breath and little kids being a little too honest...
My sister Kasey was holding my niece Hanna when she was two or three. Cuddling her, loving her, wishing she had a baby of her own...kissing her face...
Suddenly Hanna pushed her way out of Kasey's arms, stomped away, turned around, and with fists clenched, screamed,
"Your breath! It's just so...so...so...PUKEY!"
2 comments:
She was holding me for a million years and breathing really really heavily for a long time before that happened. It wasn't my fault. I just couldn't hold my breath any longer.
how can you possibly remember this event? you were TINY!
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