Elizabeth, the true daughter of an English major, is starting to explore hyperbole, simile, and metaphor. We are so proud. However, we could do without some of her descriptions.
To me, after tasting some delicious homemade bread: "I don't like the bread. It doesn't taste good at all." (Personally, I thought that was sufficient. But she chose to add more description.) "It tastes like plain old bread with water poured on it and thrown a hundred times on the floor."
To Isaac: "Daddy, Amelie's poop smells so bad! Smell her bottom - it smells like a hundred really bad things!"
We'll have to work on appropriateness of phrasing!
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