"To farter?"
*sigh*
Yes, it has been a long time since I have blogged. No, nothing has changed.
Over the past couple of days Timmy has been perfecting his new art. It started with him hearing about it from someone - and what kid can resist an armpit fart (or, as they call it - armfart)? It moved to him trying it and not quite getting it. Then it progressed to him getting handfuls (yes, HANDFULS) of water to use to help him learn. I put a quick kibosh on that - after mopping up a trail of water from the sink, across the counter, to the bar stool. Then genius struck - the shower!! Yup, the shower was the perfect place to perfect the art of armpit farting! I bet the water authority will be sending us a Christmas card this year.
Now that he has gotten the hang of it, he likes to show off. A LOT. In the car the other day he was practicing and informed Rich that it was starting to smell from all of the farts. Huh? Rich kindly pointed out that armpit farts don't smell.
DUH, dad!! "I KNOW that dad - but my armpit smells!"
Andrew is, of course, jealous. Well, for the most part. Even Andrew got annoyed the other day. I think the quote was, "Tim! You can go and armfart as much as you want as long as you aren't near me!"
So, where do we go from here with this talent? Just my luck - he is working on making up songs. I am not sure if I should be proud of his musical ability or not. Maybe hearing Star Wars on the piano 300 times a day isn't so bad after all . . . . .
