A conversation with Cole this morning (I love doing these):
(Cole stands in front of me in his underwear, and he pulls them down just enough to show me his bottom.)
C: Mom, smell my bottom. It's stinky.
K: I don't want to smell your stinky bottom.
C: No, smell my bottom.
K: I'm not gonna smell your bottom.
C: (dramatically) You hate me.
K: I don't hate you. You know I love you very much, but I'm not sure I love you enough to smell your stinky bottom.
C: It's not stinky!
Oh my. What does my future hold?