31949292731_490b8eb50c_oMaggie talks quite clearly and in large, winding sentences sometimes, but doesn’t always make sense.  Recently she came into my room quite taken aback at some odor emanating from the other room.

Maggie (3 – making a yucky face): Mom, it smells so bad out there.

Me: What does it smell like?

Maggie (more yucky face): I don’t know. Yuck!

Me: Does it smell like a poopie?

Maggie: No. (exaggerated yucky face) It smells like back.

Me (confused, needing clarification): It smells like back?

Maggie (louder, as if I am asking a ridiculous question): Yes. Back. And it smells so bad.

Me: What does back smell like?

Maggie: I don’t know but we can no longer eat the dirt from outside.

And that must have been all she needed to say because she quickly turned back around and headed out of the room.  I still don’t understand the relationship between the smell of back and eating dirt from outside. I’m pretty sure we’ll never know.

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