At night we like to play this game I invented called "I love you more than...". Basically think of all my favorite things and tell my kids I love them so much that I love them more than that.
Me: Emma, I love you more chocolate.
Me: Emma, I love you more books.
Me: Emma, I love you more teddy bears.
Emma decides to give it a go:Momma, I love du mo' dan chawk-lit!
Me: Really? Yesss!
Emma:I love du mo' dan pea-budder san-nitches!
Emma:I love du mo' dan duh sun!
Emma: I love du mo' dan flowahs!
Emma: I love du mo' dan trash. <------------ So very good to know.
I Also learned that Piglet isn't "a little teeny baby" like I suggested, he's a "little teeny tiny PIG". And he smells like sweet poh-tay-tohs. "Sweet Poh-Tay-toh Pie" to be exact. Also, very good to know.
A few minutes later-
Emma: Momma, my bell-lee hutz.
Me: Maybe you need to poot.
Emma: MAYBE I don't wanna poot.
Me: OK, don't poot then. But it might make your belly feel better.
Emma: *A short and very baritone-ish POOT*
Emma: You laughin' at me, momma?
Me: Uh *LOL* ... yeah...
Emma: Quit laughin' at me!
Emma: IT NOT FUNNY ANYMO'!
Me: *which makes me ROFL LMAO that much harder*
Emma: Quit laughin', IT NOT FUNNY ANYMO'!
...Lather, rinse, repeat.
Which made me realize this,... Six months ago, farting while sitting on her parents lap- hilarious. Now, not so much. Which is all based on my own scientific research (click to enlarge):