Toot vs. Fart.
The great debate, before we get to that….
We say “toot” at our house, not “fart”.
I know, I know. I am going all June Cleaver over here.
When Whirlwind says “fart”, I always look at her puzzled and tell her that I have never heard that word before.
The word “fart” bugs me. Especially when children say it.
And it bugs Whirlwind that I don’t know what it is, because usually she gets angry and yells, “FART MEANS TOOT!”
The entire conversation is a bit silly, which is another word we use around here. We use silly instead of stupid.
Which is really stupid.
Here is why…
I left the kids in the van while I ran in to drop something off at my parents. In the three minutes I was gone, Whirlwind had taught 2 year old Baby Bot some new words.
When I opened the van door he looked at me with his giant baby blue eyes and gorgeous smile and greeted me with, “Stupid Mommy.”
I was shocked.
And clearly unimpressed.
I told them that was not a nice word. And that instead he could use the word silly.
So, now he calls me “Silly Mommy”.
And it really ticks me off. Because I know he doesn’t mean it, deep down I know he really wants to call me stupid.