We were sitting on the picnic tables at recess.
“I have to leave the dining room table if I have to toot at dinner-time,” Liam said. "So I stand up and BACK UP like this,” he explained as he shuffled backwards bent at the hip with his hiney stuck up in the air. “And then I scoot my butt into the other room and toot. Then I come back to the table.”
I looked at him, trying INCREDIBLY hard not to laugh. “Well, that is GOOD to know.” I said.
“Yeah. I toot a LOT. A lot, a lot, a lot!!! And sometimes, I just say ‘Pull My FInger.’ ”
“And THAT,” I said, “Is even BETTER to know!”
He skipped away, completely unaware that he is THE BEST KID EVER.” .
