Grrrr!

I am quite proud of the fact that Spike does not yet know the word "fart."  It's quite an accomplishment considering the family I came from.  (Most of them reading this are probably proud that I characterized them that way.  Except my momela.  She's embarrassed.)  Usually we use the word "toot" which, if you ask me, is just cute.  Say it.  Toot.  Cute, right?

Now that I'm posting this, I'm sure Jakey Jake or some other loving uncle-type will fill in the gaps of Spike's education.  Last time Jake babysat, he taught Isaac "weenis."  Luckily Isaac insisted it was actually called a "penis."  We're all for precise language around here, hee hee.

Anyway, I was giving the boys a bath the other day and Isaac really ripped one.  Like, rumbling in the tub for a good long time, bubbling up all around him, the whole bit.  He just looked at me with this blank face.  I said, "Isaac, do you have to go potty?"  And he answered, "No, I was just growling a little bit." 

It was all I could do not to laugh til I cried.