I can't believe I'm about to put this post on the Internets for all the world to see, but as a mom of two boys and a wife to another, often boy humor is the only humor in my household. Y'all. Toots are funny to boys. Just in case you didn't know.
One thing that has been pretty hilarious to us as of late is that James doesn't want to claim his own toots. He will either not acknowledge the toot (which, honestly, is the best thing to do if you're around someone else, in my opinion...) or he'll pass it off (pun intended) as something else.
On Friday morning we awoke with a child in our bed (that's the norm around here). James got up and was wandering around our room when we heard a toot. Followed by another toot. The boy that I'm married to is quick to point out a toot if he's not the one who did it. He asked James what the noise was and James said, "Oh, a helicopter," nonchalantly, as if they were talking about the weather. We DIED laughing.
"Yes. A helicopter."
Later, as I drove James to school we saw an airplane flying overhead. James shouted, "A helicopter!" and I corrected him. Then I asked if that's what he meant earlier when he said there was a helicopter in our bedroom. "Yep," he replied. "A helicopter. And I was the helicopter pilot."