E Boy So my kid has been obsessed with bodily functions lately, and it’s kind of driving me nuts. A couple of weeks ago, I told him to get something out of his room then return to me. He stopped in his doorway and said, “wait, I got to tooted.” Then he “tooted” (farted, yes, I can say it) and then laughed his little head off.

As much as it’s gotten old and stale and can be embarrassing in public, I totally have to try and not to laugh every time because I think it’s hilarious. It’s mostly hilarious because it’s always in the past sense, always “tooted” never “toot” or “tooting.”

On the upside, I have him trained well. The other night when Steve faked a “toot” noise just to get Elijah going, well, it sort of went like this:

Elijah: Daddy! Did you tooted?

Steve: No, Mommy did it!

Elijah: Nooooo, Mommy didn’t tooted. Mommy doesn’t tooted. Ladies don’t tooted.

HEEHEEE :)

That’s right, boys!