Bad Mother

I swear that I am not a bad mother, but some things are just funny. And, when something is funny you have to laugh.  You just can't help it.  The problem is sometimes those things happen at the most inopportune times-- like when you're trying to have a mature discussion with your sons about table manners.  It is really hard to get your point across that it's bad table manners to pass gas at the table while people are trying to eat, when you can barely get the words out because you're laughing so hard.  It didn't help that my own mother was there laughing along with me - tears streaming down our faces.  Nonetheless, if you ever suffer through a dinner with my smelly kids, I want you to know that I tried really hard.  Really.  But gosh, fart jokes are just plain funny.

And so are two-year-olds learning to talk.  Don't believe me?  Hold your tongue and say "apple."  Needless to say, my laughter only encourages Andrew to experiment with pronunciation. Because I'm immature, I made this video of Andrew talking about his clothes.  Watch it.  I promise you'll laugh.

Now I just have to figure out how to get him to stop talking about his blue shirt.