This morning Rob and Caleb had both left for school and work so it was just the girls at home with me. I walked past Chloe and suspected she had a dirty diaper. So I asked her, "I smell something stinky. Who is poopy?"
Chloe smiled and said, "Dada!"
Nice. I have a vision of many years in the future of her blaming other people for her gas. And to think I thought she might be the sweet one!