Ooops!

There are certain words that I was not allowed to say growing up and there were certain things that our family never ever did in front of each other. One of these is "passing gas." Because I have one son and another on the way, I am sticking firm that certain words and actions will not be said or done around Mommy.  

(Disclaimer: it's not a big deal when they're little; it's the obnoxiousness of it that I dislike. When Jeremy says or does it, he says "excuse me" and we say "it's okay" so that it's not made into a big deal.)

That said, if Justin and the boys (when they are older) want to "pass gas" with each other, it will be out of my sight and definitely out of my mind. For this reason, Justin has taught Jeremy to say "pass gas" instead of any other word that grosses Mommy out. 

So in the tub the other night, Jeremy says, "Mommy, I pass gas!" and I look at him and say "that's okay" . . . except there is a little brown floater in the water. I yell for Justin who scoops it out with a plastic bag. 

I stand Jeremy up, wash him with the clean water from the faucet and drain the tub. Now everything has to be sanitized. Agh . . . when potty training is over, life won't be as much fun. :)