I was upset one day and my eldest climbed up into my lap. “Don’t be sad, Mommy. I’m a good boy. Be happy!”
My youngest called flatulence “Burping out your bottom.” (I love that. I’d call it that still if he didn’t get so embarrassed.)
I was upset one day and my eldest climbed up into my lap. “Don’t be sad, Mommy. I’m a good boy. Be happy!”
My youngest called flatulence “Burping out your bottom.” (I love that. I’d call it that still if he didn’t get so embarrassed.)