Bubba was sitting on the bench yesterday as I got her dinner ready. After a loud rumbling noise escaped her being, she looked up at me wide eyed: I fart!
Eight seconds later another. Mumma, I fart again! Just in case I’d gone deaf in eight seconds.
In years to come, she’s not going to thank me for sharing this I’m sure, but it was so funny {I didn’t laugh, I promise} that I couldn’t help myself. Toddler’s have no filter and Bubba is at that developmental phase where she talks me through whatever is happening. No matter how mundane. Or how obvious.
Even if it’s farting.
Again.
{Bad mumma.}
bumpyroadtobubba 
So funny! Soon enough, she’ll learn to blame the dogs…..
At least she tells ya- I just let Jen find out for herself when I fart.
That is hilarious!
I tried to maintain my composure and straight face, but I did suddenly need to duck my head into the pantry to ‘look’ for something!
Oh… just give in and have her pull your finger.. hehehehe
And who is going to play the grown up in this house then? I don’t need any encouragement 😉