Kind of Gross - Part II

I promise not to make this blog a tribute to Emmy's tooting, but consider this a warning that the topic may present itself from time to time and I find myself coerced to write about it.

Last night in bed (all four of us), watching TV, Lauri wouldn't let Emmy see something or other. Emmy said very calmly and quietly under her breath, "I guess I'll have to force ya..." Turned around towards me, away from Lauri. Yep, that's right. She tooted on her mother. LOL! Couldn't believe it. Lauri scolded her in between the laughing.

Not very lady like at all and hoping this is just a stinky phase, but it's still pretty funny when you're there. :)

Kind of gross...

Emily, Jacob, Lauri, and I are all cuddled up in our bed watching some TV Saturday night. Now, what happened next, around the house we generally refer to as a "toot". Sorry, but I can't use the word "toot" to describe this. THIS was a fart. THIS was the FART of farts. If a fart could be obnoxious and overbearing then I'd attribute these characteristics to it. It was also insanely long and loud. Had a lot of bass. Of course, Lauri yelled at me. Um, wasn't me, though. We usually try not to laugh when this kind of thing happens, but this thing wasn't something you heard every day. We noticed that Emmy was laughing the loudest, though. She just said one thing:

"I guess I'm growing up."