We've been through this before. You are aware that my funny bones are acutely honed in to anything having to do with poop and tooting. Even though I laugh out loud every time LA toots, I do make him say excuse me. My son toots, no joke, 15 to 20 times a day. Easily. He's been mega-gassy since he was born. I think we once held unspoken stock in Target's fake Mylicon.
Well, the apple didn't fall far from the tree. My mom, Nana, (well, let's not just blame her...Papa laughs plenty too) bought a "toot bear" well over a year ago for when LA got old enough to play with it. Of course, this is mostly for her enjoyment.
The concept of the bear is quite simple. Give someone the cute loveable teddy bear. Once they take him, push the remote and toot! Wireless flatulence on demand. Much to Mr. Blonde's liking, the toot bear resides at Papa and Nana's house.
Because of the toot bear LA likes to play his very own toot bear game at home WITHOUT the actual toot bear.
It started the other day when LA came up to me and not having been prompted in any way whatsoever asked...
"Mamma, You want to play the toot bear game with me?"
"You take the fake remote (motions hand toward mine as though he handed the remote off), and push it with your thumb and I will toot."
I take the remote and pretend to push a button lunging the remote slightly forward. Then he audibly grunts and TOOTS ON COMMAND! A bit surprised, I begain laughing hysterically! So, of course he is too. And, we continued to play toot bear for a while that afternoon.
I know you are probably thinking, "Doesn't she have anything better to teach her children?" Evidently not. And, it was HIS idea anyway! :)
What a creative little "toot bear" I have. Oh, the joys of motherhood! I love it!