By Heather O.
“Mom, you know what?”
“I can do all the farts.”
“Yeah, I can do all the farts. I can do arm farts, leg pit farts, real farts (pointing to his arm, ‘leg pit’ and buttocks), elbow farts (putting his lips to the inside of his elbow to deomnstrate) and hand farts. Wanna see?” (putting the heels of his hands up to his mouth to give me another demonstration.)
“No, thanks. I don’t need to see that.”
“Too bad, because I’m REALLY good at that one, better than my friend at school. Yup, I’m a really good farter.
HIs father and I are so proud.
UPDATE: After giving me a hug this morning, J patted my tummy and said, “Wow mom, you’re still REALLY big from when you had the baby,” and proceeded to poke at my belly button, fascinated.
Happy Memorial Day, everybody. Say a prayer tonight for our soliders.