I'm a sucker for potty talk. I love a chuckle over a fart, toot or plain old disgusting poop stories. Since I now have 3 boys (I mean 2 boys and 1 husband) in my life, I'm guessing the potty humor will be pretty prevalent and I might as well chronicle it to laugh at later.
At bathtime tonight, Zachary announces to me, "Mommy, I farted in the bathtub.I farted and it went into the water. And it came out of a hole in my bottom. Look Mommy, I have a hole in my bottom. Look, it's right here!" he exclaims as he turns around to show me....
No really Zachary, I don't need to look! I do need wipe tears from my eyes from laughing so hard.
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