One morning Roxie woke up very mad at me: "I don't like you daddy! I like mommy better." I asked what I had done to deserve this. Apparently in her dream I had "stinked her lala". I tried to argue that she couldn't hold me accountable for what happened in her dreams, but she would have none of it.
Today, months later, I asked her about it and she was a bit more reasonable:
Me: Did anyone ever stink your lala?
Roxie: Daddy stinked my lala last time while I was 'leeping.
Me: Was that my fault or was that just a dream?
Roxie: It was just a bad dream.
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