So, we’re at the table, and we have this exchange, me and my 3 year old daughter Sam.
Sam [singing]: There’s something in my belly button, and I have to keep it there…
Me: Sam, did you just put cake in your belly button?
Sam: Yep.
Me: Why did you put cake in your belly button?
Sam: I have to keep it there for 20 years, so it will be nice and fresh.
Me [laughing as I fall off of my chair]: Sweetie, I don’t think it works that way, and that’s not your ‘cake hole’.
Sam: Yes, it is.
[A short time later]
Me: Did you get all the cake out of your belly button?
Sam: Yeah dad.
Me [picking her up and putting her on my lap]: Why did you put the cake in your belly button?
Sam: To make it into a shape, like this [showing her fingertip].
Me: Why did you have to make it into a shappe like that?
Sam: Because I like to eat it when it’s a shape like that.
— Babba M j, g:ia #
— Heather M j, g:ia #