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Painful Honesty

The 9 year old came in from playing one night and asked, "Hey, Mom!  Did the smoke alarm go off?"

"No," I replied, completely offended.

He shrugged his shoulders.  "Well, it smells like it."

Out of the mouths of babes, truths are told.

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  1. Dana AlmaNovember 22, 2010 at 6:22 AM

    Yeah, they do it every time. Kids just say the darnest things, don't they. You just got to love them.
    My four always leave me with my mouth wide open. Go figure.
    Readaholics Anonymous

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  2. Eve @BeautifulSpitUpNovember 22, 2010 at 7:11 AM

    Haha that's hilarious! Can't wait for my baby to start talking...or can I? :-)

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  3. Kristina P.November 22, 2010 at 8:07 AM

    I'm surprised he didn't say, "Just sayin'.", after it.

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  4. CountessLaurieNovember 22, 2010 at 6:31 PM

    So, what were you flambe-ing??

    I am laughing at Kristina P's comment... too funny!!

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  5. StephanieNovember 22, 2010 at 9:54 PM

    Awesome!!! Were you even cooking??? lol

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  6. AmyNovember 22, 2010 at 10:51 PM

    That's hilarious! I'm always offended when my hubby comes into the kitchen and turns on the exhaust fan. It's usually because he wants to pull the heat out but I always assume the worst.

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