After our date last night, Cole and I were shooting the breeze with the fabulous Whitney who told us about the following episode in babysitting adventures:
Everyone is snuggled together on the bunk bed for a bedtime story when a strange, low-pitched voice says:
“I am going to eat poop and talk about my butt! hahaha!”
Whitney: Selina, those are rude words and I don’t want to hear them. If you are going to talk like that, you can excuse yourself while Nat and I read a book.
Selina: I didn’t say it! Grease said it!
“Grease” is one of Selina’s feet–the one with a low-pitched voice. “Vanilla,” her other foot, has a high-pitched voice.
Whitney: Grease, you need to stop speaking with such rude words!
“Grease”: poop! poop! poop!
Selina: Grease said it!
Whitney: Young lady, you are in control of your feet. You stop letting Grease talk that way or you cannot listen to this book.
Apparently, Grease got in line after that.