Butt, butt, butt

The other night Doug and I finished reading Mary her bedtime books and it was time to go brush teeth. Doug told her to hop off the bed, but instead she threw herself face down on the blanket on the bed. Doug said, "does it smell like cat butt?" She immediately started saying "butt, butt, butt." Oh the little mimic. Guess it's time to start watching what we say.