Rock and I were sitting in church. He's been doing much better lately, mind you I also have been just handing over my phone to him to play animals or watch tractor shows on YouTube. We'd sat through almost the entire meeting when he looked at me and said, in his quiet-y whisper voice,"Hey Mom, go outside?" his voice gets a little high as he poses the question and his cute little face tilts to the side and he smiles.
"You want to go?" I asked. He'd sat for a good while and was getting wiggley. Then he looks me straight in the face and got closer and said in a whisper, but a little louder,
"Mom. I blew a bubble!" (farted)
I grabbed our bag, his hand and we were out. Had to get while the getting was good!
Luckily we were sitting by a group of older people who I am sure I have heard them blow bubbles in other meets in the past.
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