I apologize in advance for the crudeness of what you are about to read, but I can't help but share. Here is an actual scenario that took place at our dinner table tonight:
- Holly passes gas...loudly
- I tell her to say "excuse me"
- Holly instead says "I burped"
- Me: "No, you passed gas."
- Matt: "We are not saying 'passed gas' in this house."
- Me: "What are we saying? I'm not allowing us to say 'fart'."
- Matt: "We'll say 'toot'. Holly, you tooted."
- Holly: "Toot. I tooted."
There was more to the scene, which involved Matt telling her how a toot is different than a burp, but I'll spare you. I'll also spare you a photo that corresponds to this story, and instead share a sweet, smiling photo of Holly.
I hope I haven't scared you away from this blog.