Last Friday Toby dropped not one, not two, but 3 "F-Bombs!" on me.
The actual conversion was rather one sided and went verbatim like this...
TLP: WOW! That smells good!
(confused look from his father)
TLP: I just "Farted," 3-times and you couldn't even hear it!
(Now go back and re-read this dialog with the enthusiasm of a child finally getting the Red Rider Beebee Gun or puppy they had been begging for all year. That is now about 10% of the excitement with which my child delivered his lines)
I am soooo proud. It is just a shame that I was the only one at the table--did I forget to mention this all took place at the dinner table?!?!
