Grandpa stopped by early one morning this week to lend us a card table for a dinner we were hosting. We visited for a few minutes and then he headed out.
As I was getting Matthew out of his highchair, I smelled something foul and asked, "Did you do a stinky, Matthew?"
Smiling, Hannah said, "No, it was me!" I laughed.
Three seconds later, she added, "Actually, it was Grandpa."
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