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06:00 pm: Damning with Faint Praise
I've been fighting a losing battle against the word "fart" for at least 3.5 years. I'm somewhat old-fashioned* (odd as that may be in someone who cusses like a sailor on occasion) and have always considered it rather rude.

Alas, neither Peter nor Teddy agrees.

All my attempts to get them to say bubble or gas or wind have failed miserably. Attempts to get them to not talk about it at all (wouldn't that be a :ahem: breath of fresh air?) have also failed.

This morning, Teddy let loose.

"Nice farts, Teddy."

"Good job saying 'fart', Mommy!"


It's official: I've lost.

* Though not as old-fashioned as my grandmother, who once referred to it as "the f-word." I hate to think how she'd react to another word that more often goes by that distinction.

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Date:September 25th, 2008 04:59 pm (UTC)


Paperwork sucks. Ok, now that I've gotten that out of the way...

I'm not a fan of "fart" either. We call it a "toot" in our house - at least for now. If you can't beat 'em, join 'em!
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Date:September 25th, 2008 06:33 pm (UTC)

I'd forgotten about toot!

Teddy accepted that bath-tub farts were toots for a while, but everything else was a fart. Now all farts are farts. If I want to rile him up, I just need to suggest that something wasn't a fart.

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