Erika: “Aaron, Elijah pooped! It’s so stinky…”
Aaron: “No, Mommy. It’s not stinky. It smells like roses.”
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Erika: “Aaron, Elijah pooped! It’s so stinky…”
Aaron: “No, Mommy. It’s not stinky. It smells like roses.”