We're trying not to use "slang" terms for bodily functions, so whenever (as Doug's Grandma used to say) a family member has a "breezer" we have referred to it as "gas."
Ava used to crack me up when she was little... Whenever "THAT" would happen, I would say "Ava, do you need to use the bathroom?" She would respond, with a little baby lisp that has since disappeared, saying "No, Mommy, it's juth gath." I would crack up every time.
Fast-forward to last night. I was putting Ava and Liam to bed. It was Liam's turn for Mommy to lay with him while he fell asleep. Laying there, I heard a "rumble" on the other side of their shared bedroom.
Ava: "Liam! You need to say excuse me!"
Me: "Ava, I don't think that was Liam. I think that was you..."
Ava: (after a long pause) "Excuse me."
Poor Liam. I think he will forever be the scapegoat for many, many going-ons in this house.
Peace, love and Beano,
Shelly, Doug, the Guilty Party and Liam
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