Bettie, for a while now you have notified your mother and I (and perhaps anyone else within “announcement” distance) that you have “poopy diapers” any time your require that your diaper be changed.
We have acquiesced to this improper use of language in day to day communication since correcting a two year old on grammar seems a little cruel and a lot pointless. It isn’t that we don’t want you to have the best start in life… it is more that we are exhausted, you are imbued with a supply of boundless energy and we are pretty sure you are a genius and will figure it out anyway.
So, upon catching a small whiff of a smell that I have become too familiar with over the last six years, I casually asked you “Bettie, do you have poopy diapers?” And this time, rather than responding with your usual “yes!” you spun around, looked me straight in the eyes, raised one little finger and said:
No! I only have one poopy diaper!
And then you smiled at me.
