The
last few days, my son and I have both have a lot of gas in our stomachs. We have
taken to expelling it in similar fashions, to the point that one or the other
of us makes “noise” and my wife has to ask which one of us did it. Being the
awesome father that I am, I of course always blame it on the baby. One because
he can’t defend himself, and two because people are more tolerant of him doing
it.
Last
night, my wife was changing the baby, and at that very moment, I tooted from my
snoozing position in the bed. Apparently, my son heard it and smiled. It was so
perfect and unexpected, that my wife started cracking up laughing. I guess he’s
being properly initiated as a man in our family!
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