conversation i just had with the e-man:
e: “mommy, my butt hurts. will you put your finga in it?”
me, sighing heavily: “what do you mean ‘put my finger in it?’”
e: “it itches. stick your finga in my butt and scatch it.”
me: “wait. i thought you said it hurts. now it itches? make up your mind dude.”
e: “mommy, i wuv you so much. you my cold tamale.”
side note: i always say to him, “come here you little hot tamale.” to which he replies, “i not your hot tamale. you my cold tamale.”
that’s our little thing. cute, isn’t it?
so then he forgets about his butt ailment and says, “mommy, where you work?”
i thought for a minute and said, “well, i work here…at home…and i’m a writer. mommy wrote a book. did you know that?”
and then he farted.
and not like a cute little baby fart that makes you go, “aawww, what a cute little stinky baby fart,” but an “OH MY GOD, WHAT DID YOU EAT?” fart.
and then he ran out of the room squealing and screaming, “I FAWTED! I FAWTED ON MOMMY!”
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OMG! I can so see the little man doing this!
How cute is he!!!
so when you say it smelled like something he ate, you mean like egg salad or brocolli?
Ok, Drew, you’re disgusting.
No one wants to talk about egg salad farts, K?
I think it’s cute that you call him your little hot tamale. You Texans are adorable.
Aren’t little kids the best? They say what they mean and mean what they say.
can’t beat that.
okay I’m not prepared for boys and the f-word, which I was raised not to say. my daughter and I bust fluffies. how long can I pull that off with my two boys?
Wahahaha….”fluffies”. Only a female would call one of nature’s best reliefs “fluffies” ROFLMAOF
aren’t kids grand? they are such a great source of bloggy material
That Girl from Lubbock —- you have just made my day. I laughed so hard I have cheek pain. I would pay big money to hear a bunch of boys refer to passing gas as “busting fluffies”….OMG that is funny.
I hate the f-word too. I make my poor kids call them “toots” which they think is a very funny word. My Mom used to make us call all bodily gas “burps” no matter which end it came from. I did know these four sisters who called farting “fluffing”. I was always mystified. What’s fluffy about it? Then again, they called their vaginas their “cookies”. Now that’s not confusing. Nope. Not at all.
LOL….too funny Shauna…
Sounds like he’s been hanging out with my boys.
I’m sorry??
Just wait for E-man to learn the cupping method. You know where they fart in their hand and then shove their cupped hand in your face…..it is great….I could kill my husband for that lesson.