The other day, I was standing in the kitchen and, well, uhm… I had to… I mean I did… uhm, well… around these parts, we now call it a “toot”. Since we always try to reinforce good manners with our daughter…
Me: Oh, excuse me!
Daughter: Excuse you, daddy! … Daddy, you STINK!
I know she was too far away to smell anything. And hilarity ensued…
LOL! We call them booty burps.
[Kaz: See, now that's something I can get behind. I think Ms. Kaz is set on "toots".]
We call ‘em toots, too!
For some reason, our three-year old always wants to blame me when she hears a toot-type noise, asking, “Daddy toot?”
Sheesh, it was just one time. Kids remember everything.