Petal and I are happily sitting on the couch together, while her baby brother plays at our feet.
"Poo-ey," screeches Petal all of a sudden. "What is that smell?"
I sniff the air but can't pick up on any bad odours.
Holding her nose and grimacing, Petal points to her brother. "I think he's got a poo in his nappy."
I dutifully check but it's all clear.
"Nope, nothing in there," I inform her.
Petal turns to me with her face still screwed up.
"Well Mum, it must be your breath."
Ha, classic! She's such a little charmer ;)
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