Michael (4) has decided that farting is cool. Obviously, this is an incredibly unwelcome turn of events at the Chor household.
Last night we were snuggling and reading before bed -- a perfect scene of parent-child bliss. You know where this is going. He looks up into my eyes, smiles his cutest smile, and says, "I farted."
The night before, he's in the bathtub playing. He smiles (again with the evil smile) and notes, "You know what's cool about farting the in bath tub? It doesn't make a sound."
I'm not happy about this new hobby. Not one bit.