My kids say the word, "fart". I'm not proud of it. I wish I could eliminate the slang word from my own vocabulary. Perhaps then I'll have dignified, polite little children who say clever things like "who cut the cheese?" "who's the stinky cheese man around here?" or "who fluffed?". Better yet, since it's my day-dream, perhaps they wouldn't draw attention to such actions entirely. Alas, they are my children... the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, some may say.
Anyway... my eldest dear one was sitting next to me on the couch early yesterday morning. He rested his head on my ever-growing abdomen and "nuzzled" baby Hannah Banana. Then, with a look of utter surprise and amazement on his face, he declared, "I just heard the baby fart!!"
I explained that what he had probably heard was just my stomach growling because I hadn't eaten breakfast yet. I'm not sure he believed me since he went on to describe the sound he heard.
Alas... I'm not sure it would have sounded any more polite had he said, "I heard the baby's flatulence and it sounded like this --"
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