After a chasing session between my mom, Merckx, and Elsa, complete with singing the shark song from Jaws:
Grandma (noticing Merckx collapsed onto his bed): Merckx must be pooped out.
Elsa (looking at the floor): Where? I don't see any poop.
And while at REI, shopping for a new pair of shoes for Elsa:
Me: We need to let this man measure your foot.
Elsa: Measure my
butt?
Me
(realizing I must need to speak up and better pronunciate even for my
daughter... and laughing hysterically): No, silly girl. We need
to measure your foot so we can get you new shoes that fit properly.
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