We had Sunday lunch with some friends yesterday. On the way home, one of the three boys blessed us with an unpleasant aroma in the Suburban. Here’s the conversation:
Baby Girl: Would whoever is fartin’ stop it!?
The Preacher: DAUGHTER! Could you be a little more lady-like?
Baby Girl: Would whoever is fartin’ PLEASE stop it!?
Don’t forget about me when the Loser Mom of the Year nominations roll around. You can enter me in the “Her Kids are Potty Mouths” category. :)