Sunday, April 3, 2011

Things I love...

Elliott sings himself to sleep. Tonight's concert has included "Do you know the muffin man", "The wheels on the bus", and now "Old MacDonald". All of these are sung loud enough that we can hear all of the words from upstairs, even though his door is shut.
Also, forgive me for being crass, but my friend Lizann insisted I share this with the blog...
This morning Elliott and I were playing with his new train set, and he (ahem) passed a little gas. Being the paranoid mother of a potty-training two year old, I start questioning him:

Me: "Do you need to go to the bathroom?"
Ell: "NO."
Me: "Are you sure?"
Ell: "No. I burped?"
Me: "You burped?"
Ell: "Pants burped."

You're welcome, and please forgive me. Thanks.

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