A Thanksgiving Memory We'd Rather Forget

I forgot to include this in my Thanksgiving Day post, but I've decided that I will.

After dinner, during the football/coma time, talk turned to the following topic: How Much Money Would You Have To Be Paid In Order To Sniff an NFL Player's Jockstrap? We discussed the following conditions: pre- game or post? Post, of course. Duration of sniff? Just a few seconds. I wanted to know: Front or Back? The whole conversation was disgusting.

Only moments later, Kiki went number two in her diaper, stuck in her hand and pulled out a finger covered in fecal matter, then went around putting her finger in people's faces (Kiki said to write this: "Big Sorry Uncle John."). When presented with an opportunity to sniff something disgusting, turns out we were all JUST BIG TALKERS. Come on- Kiki has $46 in her savings account. Any takers?

Also, Kiki has been quite chatty. She says, "Not this, THAT!" and a bunch of other stuff that has a very conversational tone, although the actual words are kind of a question mark. She's also become a handy substitute as a disciplinarian- when Kate is in time out, if she cries and says, "Please can I get out of time out?" Kiki immediately shouts, "NO!"