Having two boys, I have become more accustomed than I ever dreamed with the world of boys, bodily functions, fluids and sounds.
If you are currently pregnant with a boy, you better hang on.
It's a good thing I sell Scentsy, because y'all, the amount of pooting that has happened in my house lately is insane. One might think I am serving nothing but beans and rice for the symphony of sounds, but they would be wrong. Seriously, if I could get rid of any aspect of boy life, it would be the pooting issue. I loathe it.
And if it is not pooting or armpit farts or burping that I'm dealing with, it's seasonal allergies and lots and lots of snot.
On the way to school yesterday I heard Jackson sniffing in the backseat. I asked him if he needed a tissue to blow his nose. His response, "No thank you. I already sneezed this morning and it shot out like a snot rocket."
Forget snips and snails and puppy dog tails, my boys are made out of snot rockets and armpit farts, and I wouldn't trade them for anything!
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