A little boy and his flatulence...

Yes, all of you mothers of small boys can appreciate this one. You know how you try to teach your kid to say “Excuse Me” when he passes gas? Yeah. Tried that with Wyatt for quite some time now…and the only thing he seems to remember to say after he’s done it is… “IS THAT GAAAAAAS??” followed by a little “ha-ha” (think of Nelson Muntz on the Simpson’s…this is Wyatt’s inspiration) (and yes, I’m a HORRIBLE mother that has allowed him to watch The Simpson’s on more than one occasion and lived to regret it – but that is a whole other blog topic!) Anyway…. We were laying in my bed last night watching some show, when of course, Wyatt let’s one go. I tell him that he should say “excuse me” and he looks at me like.. What are you talking about mom?! He then proceeds to tell me - “Mom, that’s not Scuse, that’s gas!” I have no clue what he thinks a “scuse” is….but he certainly has yet to grasp the term “Excuse me”. Maybe we’ll work on ‘Pardon Me’ instead.