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When we were about half-way home, I heard the boy giggling in the back seat. When I asked what was so funny, he began to cackle. It was a laugh that came from deep within his belly... the kind that makes it nearly impossible to speak.
Moments later I realized the reason for his laughter. Wafting up from the back seat came a horrible, nauseating smell. It was one of the boy's toxic toots. They are deadly, believe me.
As I was gasping for breath and fumbling to reach the buttons to roll down my windows, the boy's sinister laugh finally stopped. "Take that!" he shouted. I thanked him for making me feel physically ill.
"I think my toot started off smelling a little buttery," he explained. "Then it smelled like a penny. You know... when you touch a penny and it makes your hands smell like weird metal."
I was unable to stop the laughter from flowing. Most people prefer to describe the flavor and aroma of a good wine or a nice plate of food. Not my boy. He's the toot critic.
Boys are gross. What more can I say?
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My husband tells me all the time that our newborn son's dirty diapers smell like I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.
They never grow out of it. :-p
Toots or Putt-Putts, as we called them, can be silent and deadly...
Often claimed they should be used as a weapon for mass destruction.
Whatever name you attach to 'em, know it's God's strange sense of humor at play; made only for boys/men to analyze, dissect and enjoy...forever!
Oh how funny! Yes, boys do tend to think in gross ways...where as my girls just don't. Though, I have to say...when Chloe toots she instantly is pointing the blame at someone else...and she isn't even two yet. Amy says she picked that up from her dad...too funny! Just yesterday, I had Sophie coming up to me telling me that Chloe was blaming HER for Chloe tooting...she couldn't believe it. :)
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