Did you toot?

Anne:
"Dad, did you toot?"

Me:
"No."

Anne:
"Don't tell a lie!"

"I'm not."

Anne:
"Ok, we have a dead mouse."

Apparently my toots smell like dead mice.

That's a really bad thing to find out about oneself.

Dealy-Bob

Anne:
"Well dad, I think I'm going to have to go to the Doctor."

Me:
"Why?"

Anne:
"Well I will if my dealy-bob doesn't start feeling better."

Me:
"Dealy-bob?"

Anne:
"I'll tell you after I get through eating my cookie."

(5 minutes later)

Anne:
"Ok, are you ready to listen about my dealy-bob?"

Me:
"Sure"

Anne:
"Ok....

When I do this it hurts (flings her left arm straight out from her body)

And earlier when I was taking a nap my leg hurt. Both legs. It's weird."

Me:
"That sure is weird."