Leah is having more to say these days, but she's not quite as profound as her brothers.
Yet.
Last week, she changed all of that.
I was out at a Blackhawks' game and Jeb was watching the kids.
I got a text during the first period that read,
"Jeb, my poop smells good."
You might think to yourself, "That HAD to be Seth. Or maybe Zechariah."
Nope. My Leah.
And she continued, asking Jeb to smell it followed by, "Smells good?"
Oh brother.
Must.have.girl.time.soon.
That's ma' girl!
(oy)
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