We don’t just say “I’m going to take a shower” around here. It’s “I’m going to take a shower. I’m stinky.” This morning, Mookie decided to describe the exact nature of my stinkiness.
Mookie: You smell like a granola bar!
Mama: That doesn’t sound so bad.
Mookie: Like a moldy granola bar! Like overcooked broccoli!
Later, I started to do up her overalls.
Mookie: I can do it all by myself.
Mama: You can?
Mama: Because you’re 5 1/2?
Mookie: Yes. Well, maybe that’s not why.