Where does she get this stuff??

This is a story that Emily will kill me for when she gets older!

Towards the end of church today Emily decided that she needed to sit on my lap. She had ants in her pants and couldn’t sit still. All that movement pushed some gas out of her. And it was kind of stinky. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want her to make a scene- as only a toddler can. Maybe I should have said something…..

Mommy! You stink!!!!!

She’s not even 2 1/2 and she is already blaming farts on someone else!!! And it was me, not her dad! Where’s the justice in that? Sometimes I wonder if we are really raising a little boy!

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