Monday, June 18, 2012

A Toot

Last night as I was putting Braden to bed we were having a moment.  We were cuddling, I was stroking his hair, telling him the last of our goodnight's, and then he did it.

A toot (as we like to call them).

And he thought this was just HYSTERICAL.  He's never really laughed so hard at his own flatulence, perhaps because it's never really occurred in so peaceful of a moment - in the soft darkness with me caressing his face professing my undying love for him.

It was the kind of laughter that made me laugh hysterically, so I just went with it.  As I left him in bed and closed the door for the night, he was still cracking up.

It dawned on me that one day soon I'm going to have to start telling him that he can't do those sort of things in public.  Along with a whole host of other behaviors, like sucking his thumb and burping and wiping his nose with his t-shirt and telling people they have a "boo boo" (aka, a zit) on their cheek.  There's a lot a kid has to learn about being "appropriate" in social environments.  About being polite.

But for Braden, not yet.

Not yet.

I'm going to let him laugh at his own toots for now.  Wherever he is.  And there's something refreshing in that, you know?

***And yes, this is what this blog has come to.  To think that I at times consider it a "legal blog"?***


  1. We're now in the "that's inappropriate" conversation stage and let me tell you, it is a full time job! I never realized how inappropriate children just ARE.

  2. I love this post. They are called "toots" in our house too! I'm 28 and still laugh at my own toots. They're just so gosh darn funny!

  3. One thing that I love in this blog is that I get to read universal experiences that came from women who went through the joys and pains of motherhood. Like toots. Trust me, when they've all grown up, we will hang on to those toot moments.


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