My new issue of Parenting magazine came in the mail yesterday and in it is an article about raising boys that mentions the classic poem should be updated to "fights, farts, and video games." Fortunately, I can't relate to the fights and video games portion yet, but we're already there with the farts.
Brady's not even 2 yet, and every time he passes gas, he thinks it's hilarious.
I don't get it.
Any time someone else passes gas, he thinks it's funny.
I don't get it.
He has a rubber duck in his bath tub that he has figured out makes a farting noise when he holds it against his stomach and squeezes the air out of it. So now bath times are filled with farting ducks and maniacal laughter.
His laughter is contagious, but I still don't get it.
I know the future holds more of the same, only in more creative ways and I already don't get it.
Sigh.
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Khai also laughs hysterically whenever any kind of farting occurs! Must be a guy thing!
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