December 17, 2005
After Michael's (5) bath this evening, I was kneeling behind him as he stood naked in front of his dresser picking out his pajamas. I noticed he wasn't really moving, but he was bobbing his little butt at me. I wondered what he was doing. Then, a lightbulb went off.
I asked him nicely, "Michael, are you trying to fart on me?!" He started laughing evilly, almost maniacally. He then turned around and started bobbing his butt at me again, still laughing.
Gross little kid. Fortunately, he doesn't have that kind of bodily control yet. Lord help me when he does.
Posted by Tony at December 17, 2005 7:49 PM