Speaking of bad breath and little kids being a little too honest...
My sister Kasey was holding my niece Hanna when she was two or three. Cuddling her, loving her, wishing she had a baby of her own...kissing her face...
Suddenly Hanna pushed her way out of Kasey's arms, stomped away, turned around, and with fists clenched, screamed,
"Your breath! It's just so...so...so...PUKEY!"
She was holding me for a million years and breathing really really heavily for a long time before that happened. It wasn't my fault. I just couldn't hold my breath any longer.
how can you possibly remember this event? you were TINY!
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