Toots

Roland was getting dressed in our bathroom this morning when he let out a long, loud and quite impressive, ahem, toot. And then another. And he's still sleepy so he's a bit serious. And then another. Brian says, "Wow, Roland! Those are some good toots!" And Roland thanks Brian for the compliment with an encore performance. Somewhere in the back and forth of talking, laughing and tooting, Brian says something to the effect of: I like to toot. And here's Roland's monologue as a result.

"I like to toot, too. I toot and Dad toots and even Aria toots. We all like to toot. Mom, why don't you toot? Do mom's not toot?"

I wanted to reply, "No, absolutely not. Mom's don't toot." But the just-out-of-view super grin from Brian and a raised eyebrow had me laughing and segueing the conversation to what he wanted for breakfast. I love my tooting family!

Sincerely,

Silent-but-deadly