rootin' tootin'
This morning I was in my room folding some laundry and I hear a little sound and then Gwen yell from the other room "What was that?". I didn't know what she was talking about so I said back well what was that?
(Gwen) "Was that my tooter?"
(me) "I don't know, did you toot?"
(Gwen) laughing "Yeah"
Glad to know that toots come from the tooter, which is pretty funny. All is well with the tooters in this house.
(Gwen) "Was that my tooter?"
(me) "I don't know, did you toot?"
(Gwen) laughing "Yeah"
Glad to know that toots come from the tooter, which is pretty funny. All is well with the tooters in this house.
6 Comments:
hahahah, I love that she wasn't sure what it was at first... that must have been quite the toot. I don't think I'll ever hear that word again without laughing and thinking about a tooter.
Silly girl. That's cute.
Oh Gwen, I am cracking up. I love her logic-a tooter, so literal! Bodily function humor suddenly got WAY funny now that I have toddlers. :)
Toots are kind of a big deal around here, we are still working on the whole 'excuse me' thing. Turns out London didn't think she needed to say it if it wasn't loud! Oh how funny these little conversations are. I'm glad you are documenting them, even the ones about toots.
Toots run in our family! We think they are funny too!
That's hilarious! Thanks for sharing.
Good to know~ HaHa!
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