Kids get the strangest reasons for doing what they do. I once saw a kid stick raisins in his nose. And then inhale.

I saw another kid innocently answer, “No,” when his mother asked him if he’d pooped in his pants.  And he was four years so the poop was large. We call all smell the poop in the parlor.

And my own daughter: Last night she dropped a glass of milk in the kitchen. She didn’t cry. She just said to me, “That’s your problem.”