What Daddies are for…

Background: Remember the Outkast song “Roses?”

The refrain is:

I know you'd like to thank your s--- don't stank
But lean a little bit closer
See that roses really smell like poo-oo-ooo

This was a running joke between Steve and I for years after we heard the song because *someone* like to sit in the bathroom for HOURS and read and someone else doesn’t understand how you can just sit in there and smell that!

Cut to:

Stella! Wow, that poopy really stinks. (as I’m changing her diaper). We really should be sitting on the potty, remember? “yes, my poopy stink. Daddy’s poopy no stink.” Of course Daddy’s poopy stinks!

“Nope. Daddy poopy smell roses!”

After I practically lose it at the changing table, I yell into the other room, “Steve! When did you teach her that?”

Cue impish grin and then choruses of “Daddy poopy roses!”