Just when I thought life was getting too boring around here to blog about I accidentally taught my son a new word. Warning: this does have to with bodily functions so if you don't read any further I won't mind.
We've been calling gas "toots" in our house (sure beats some other names for it) and it's what we came up with. Anyway, the other morning he seemed to have a lot of it so I said "Wow, you sure do have a lot of gas today, say excuse me." He says "cuse me Mommy" followed by "Lala gas, Lala gas." (Helpful information here: he can't say his name so he pronounces it like "Lala" - no idea why.) Now whenever he toots he says this clear as day, wonderfully pronuciated in an - I hope it never happens in church kind of a way - over and over until finally he'll comply and say "cuse me."
Possibly the funniest and most utterly embarassing part of all this is that he doesn't just apply this to himself. Let's say our dog Molly toots, then he'll say "Molly gas, Molly gas...." yeah good one Mom!