And so it begins....
Today I was getting M out of the car after I commuted in from T town. Normally he takes off running to the house but today he just stood there next to the door with his back to me.
And then...I heard it....
He passed gas! AT ME! He turned around, cackled, and took off laughing.
So my son tooter-pootered on me. My sweet little boy has officially turned rotten. I came into the house and told B that he needed to discuss appropriate behavior with M and this fell under his area of teaching appropriate behavior. B just laughed and said, "Hey, I didn't teach him that."
Is this where it begins? With two boys, do I have a lifetime of looking forward to antics like this...belching contests, etc.? Our shuttle drive at work didn't hesitate to tell me today that I am going to be outnumbered and wouldn't have a prayer in the world....
HELP!?!?!?
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