“I don’t like Olives! They’re disgusting!”
“Fine. Then I’ll give all of your olives to Daddy! Here Daddy, you can have Gabby’s Olives!”
“Oh, thank you Mommy! I love Olives!”
“Well, Gabby thinks they're disgusting, so you can have them, Daddy. Too bad she doesn’t like them because I bet she would love to have pink poop.”
“What Mommy?!?”
“Yeah, Olives make your poop turn pink!”
“They do?”
“Yes!”
“Daddy, can I have my olives back, please?”
*puts an olive in her mouth*
“Mmmmmmm. I love olives. mmmmmmmm!”
She ate them all—every single last one of them.
That right there was some genius parenting.
Except, not really because that girl remembers EVERYTHING and I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do when she “makes a turd” and it doesn’t come out pink.
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