... that define living with a toddler.
She was tired and worn out from her party (I will write more about this tomorrow!), and in the middle of deciding she didn't want any more dinner, she climbed up on to The Husband's chest (he was laying on the lounge).
And farted.
And I laughed. A lot.
"What was that?" he said.
"Say 'Pardon me'" I said.
"E - I - E - I" *another fart* "O!" was her reply.
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