I am on the couch with Briar in the living room. Avery is at my feet.
Briar: Avery, no! No touch it.
Me: It’s ok. She’s not going to touch it.
Briar: No. No touch it!
Avery: Ba-a-wa, ba, ya.
Me: Avery, leave it alone. Briar, it’s ok.
Briar: AVERY! NO TOUCH IT!
Avery: Ba, ya.
Me: Avery, just scoot back honey. Briar, calm down.
Briar: AVERY NO TOUCH IT.
Avery: Ah ba ba ba ba ba.
Briar: STOP, AVERY. STOP.
Me: Briar, it’s ok, trust me, mom won’t let her do it.
What on earth could she be trying to keep to herself you ask?
DAS’A MY POOP IN MINE DIAPER.
NO TOUCH IT. MINE!