Oliver has another ear infection and subsequently another round of antibiotics, which is making him quite gassy. The other day, he climbed up on Michael's lap and let a huge fart. Like, a big-boy fart. Oliver giggled and said, "Daddy tooted!" Michael looked up in surprise. "I don't think so, mister, that was you!" Ollie laughed and continued to insist that it wasn't really him.
The next half hour or so went something like this:
This will be cute until 1) we finally take him out in public or 2) he tuns 3, whichever comes first.

So he's a rootin' tootin' little cowboy?
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