She is snuggled up and we are relaxing, watching some silly show on TV.
I love these moments because they are getting to be few and far between.
A few minutes pass by.
Kaylee farts. It is big and it is loud. And might possibly be able to peel the paint off the walls.
It is rotten.
She says nothing. Doesn't even acknowledge that she tooted.
I look at her. "Really? REALLY?? Something along the lines of "Excuse me" might be appropriate. Don't you think?"
She sits up and looks at me. "I'm sorry. Excuse me for farting."
She is nowhere near being sorry. I am not happy with her apology.
So I say, "Excuse you for farting in my . . . ????"
And leave her to fill in the blank. I want her to say something like 'Excuse me for farting in your bed.'
She looks at me with eyebrows raised. She is smiling from ear to ear.
I am not prepared for what is about to come out of her mouth.
"Excuse me for farting . . . in my . . . butt?"
She melts into a fit of giggles.
Oh. . . my. . . God. . .
Totally not where I had wanted it to go. I am laughing so hard I have tears rolling down my cheeks.
I can not breathe.
I may have snorted a time or two.
Duh. Why didn't I think of that?
This kid cracks me up sometimes.
Through my giggles I manage to say, "I was thinking of something different but your version is way funnier."
Of course I had to share the fun with Randall.
So now every time he farts? He states that he has farted in his butt.
Farts are funny, people. At least they are around these parts.
Even more so after you have kids.