Kids Say (And Do) The Darndest Things

Cash has been talking to me nonstop for the last hour. He knows I’m a captive audience when I’m cooking. Here’s an example:
Cash: Did Daddy make the post for the mailbox or did we buy it?
Me: We bought it.
Cash: How did he attach the mailbox to the post?
Me: I think it’s screwed in.
Cash: Well, metal is really hard to screw through so did the mailbox come with holes in it?
Me: I don’t know.
Cash: Why don’t we have a wooden mailbox since the post is wooden?
Me: I don’t know.
Cash: What would happen if we had a wooden mailbox?
Me: GO PLAY

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West to Cash, “Smell my butt; it doesn’t smell like anything. Then I’ll smell your butt.”

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I should not have to say, “Don’t blow your nose into your hand” EVER and yet I say it at least once a day.