Tonight, at dinner, Tulip asked, "How do you spell 'fart'?" I had to excuse myself from the table and go stand in the hallway. I was laughing too hard. I'm not supposed to encourage that kind of talk at the dinner table, but I can't help it if I appreciate poop humor as much as my children.
Wolfie told her how to spell it.
She's already been spelling "butt" and "buttpoo" and "buttpoopoo" so now I imagine we have "buttfart" to look forward to and I have to admit I am totally giggling right now typing this.
On the lighter side, Luna wanted to wear her new dress and snow pants to bed. We compromised on the dress only.
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