And so it begins.....
Arun, playing contentedly with a car, lets a big one rip.
A BIG ONE.
I believe I even spied the back of his pants fluttering to and fro in the "wind".
Me, in my lame attempt at Elimination Communication:
Arun, did you pass gas?
Arun, pointing demonstratively at Anjali:
NO! Da baby!
Can't blame a dude for trying.
That? Is hilarious!
ReplyDeleteKya will be blaming them on the dogs like her daddy does hahahaha
ReplyDeleteHAHAHA!
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the wonderful world of sibling-blaming!!! That is the best story I've heard all day! Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Too funny! We frequently tell people that is why we got our dog - to blame our farts on.
ReplyDeleteAnd to tell one on myself, I have been somewhat gassy recently and I cut one in the car last night that was smelly. And then my darling husband had Emily say "Mommy pooped." Niiiice.