This speaking thing has its downsides
This morning as Swee’Pea and TheMonk ate their pancakes that their Daddy so lovingly prepared, Daddy produced a slight emission that was gastrointestinally related and was very audible to a certain toddler eating her pancakes.
“UH-OH! TOOTED! DADDY!”
Why do I get the impression that, once again, my life has changed and will never be the same?
UPDATE: Swee’Pea and TheMonk may be working in concert. Case in point: I was holding TheMonk tonight as we were getting ready for bed. Mommy was holding Swee’Pea. All of a sudden, TheMonk let a loud one rip (I’m so proud).
Swee’Pea immediately retorted, “Mommy… Tooted.”
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Nope, it will never be the same again.
If you want someone else to blame, get a dog. I’m not sure Nutmeg will take the fall for you.
Comment by Deanna — March 26, 2007 @ 12:31 am
I had a similar emission type of moment last night with Thing 1 sitting on my lap. He told me a)I stink like baby diapers, and that b) I should fart on the toilet in case I poop my pants.
Wise words.
Comment by whit — March 26, 2007 @ 9:20 am
Yeah, but it is stilly funny when Claudia blames her farts on Ian.
Comment by Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah — March 26, 2007 @ 2:08 pm
They always say coakroaches will survive if the world is destroyed. I say we can add fart humor into that. Never gets old and it’s always funny.
Comment by ThePapaDog — March 27, 2007 @ 1:14 pm
I love a good fart story. Man oh man. Especially when they are called ‘toots’!
And whoever smelt it, delt it. Throw that back at her next time.
Comment by samantha jo campen — March 27, 2007 @ 4:17 pm