Saylor had a little lamb whose vagina was full of cheetos.
So we've all read "tentacle bag", right? Well, apparently my 2 year old found out and decided she'd have a blog worthy ditty of her own.
I'm in my kitchen minding my own business or at least desperately trying to, and I look over to see a sullen Saylor. This rarely happens, so I decide to ask her...
me- What's wrong baby?
Say- mumbled sheep's vagina dirrrrty.
me- What, bub?
Say- sheep's vagina dirty
me- sheep's what?
she gets up from table and proceeds to shove Sheep's crotch in my face
Say- Cheetos on Sheep's vagina! A mess!
me- Oh. um. ok. let's wash it then.
she gets this huge smile and prances over to the tub and turns on the water
me- no, no, not a bath. I have to wash it in the washing machine. come on, over here.
we go over to washing machine. I toss sheep in.
Say- sheep's clean now!
Me- um, no, baby, not yet
another 8 seconds pass
Say- sheep's clean
Me- no, not yet
rinse. repeat. about 47 times.
Finally! The washing machine is done and now it's time to put her in the dryer. I transfer her from the washer to the dryer and Saylor catches a glimpse of her sheep. This was nearly catastrophic, I tried explaining to her about wet/dry/time/procedures. Nope. She wasn't getting it. Whine, whine, whine. Big fat tears rolling down her face, pout, just sadness all around.
Needless to say I took out the damn, damp sheep after about ten minutes. She grabbed her and hugged and said "sheep's vagina so clean".
Yes, baby, nothing like a clean vagina on a sheep.
I hope that big brother doesn't scan this last sentence and send who ever they send out for that sort of thing.
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