I’m sitting here next to Ella. Keep in mind she is two. She actually leaned over, in order to lift her rear end(which I did not teach her), and (for lack of a better word) passed gas. It was LOUD on that plastic seat and it totally cracked me up. She says
So she leans over again. She gets all red in the face, trying to force some gas again, in order to make me laugh. I’m such a totally wonderful influence on her, am I not?
When nothing happens, she looks at me quizzically, as if wondering “where’d all the gas go?”
She tries again. Again, nothing.
Then she says
She’s gonna make a fine wife some day, yessiree.