I thought I was mistaken when the boy said this to his father the other night. I was sure I misheard him until I heard my husband say, “No, I do not want to see your butt. Wait, did you just ask if I want to see your butt?” Oh.
I don’t know what it is lately. Is it just that he’s three? I will accept that as an answer for his recent determination to bare his stomach and, thankfully, ask before showing his bottom. He is fascinated with butts and all that butts can do so yes, of course, farting is common discussion. The fact that we don’t need to announce our wind is often talked about (even though sometimes it announces itself and COME ON, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU EAT?)
It’s funny most times. Other times it’s a bit unnerving as I begin to wonder if he is randomly pulling down his pants at school.
No one should have “Why is your butt out?” be a common refrain in her home.
This doesn’t mean I’ll miss the opportunity to make an inappropriate joke, though:
Your Woody is Showing.