Friday, October 13, 2006

My Husband Used to Chase Down His Siblings to Fart on Their Heads

I am really hoping that the new fetus in my womb contains at least a few of my genes. Because it's become abundantly clear that the one in my dining room is a two-foot-tall clone of Epu.

Need proof? How about these incidents yesterday, when Nutmeg was feeling a little gassy?

Nutmeg: Mommy, I'm farting!
Me: Um... awesome.
Nutmeg: You don't say awesome for farting! You say, PU.
Me: OK, PU.
Nutmeg: (pointing her rear in my direction) Now wave your hand! Wave your hand!

Later, we're sitting in the rocking chair with a blanket tucked around her.
Me: PU!
Nutmeg: You can't smell that. It's under the blanket.

Funny thing is, Epu had said the SAME EXACT THING to me not 12 hours before. Sadly, in neither case was the no-smell claim accurate.

4 comments:

Bert said...

HA HA HA! That is hilarious! I hope for your next little girl to share some of your genes, as well. If only for the well-being of your sinuses.

Notta Wallflower said...

OMG - I'm rolling! Where did she get the hand-waving thing? That is so cute!

tessence said...

You know, if something smells bad, I'll wave my hand in front of my face as if to clear the air.

Notta Wallflower said...

I guess waving your hand can only clear away some smells... :-P