Going Dutch
Published September 24th, 2007 in L.A. Toddler, Kids Say....
It’s great to mark those important milestones. Baby’s first steps. Her First words. First day of school and all that.
We had one of those firsts this past weekend.
L.A. Toddler managed to give herself her own personal Dutch Oven. Smells in children start out very basic and a lot of smells (both good and bad) are actually learned. Well, she’s finally learned that she doesn’t like the smell of “toots.” Hers or anyone else’s.
She was playing on our bed on Saturday. Apparently, the eggs from that morning were not agreeing with her. She was dropping bombs like a neo-conservative. While buried under the covers, L.A. Toddler ripped a particularly long one (I think I saw the bedspread puff up a little bit.) Being the evil father that I am, I told her to check it out to see if that one smelled at all…
She pulled the blanket and sheet over her head and took a mighty long whiff.
Coughing, she pushed the covers down and announced, “That stinky!” What’s really scary is that she pulled the sheets back over her face to make sure she got it right. I heard a muffled “Pee-yew!” under there, proving that she had indeed stunk up the place.
She practically fell out of bed trying to climb out from under her first Dutch Oven. Which makes me wonder — if you give it to yourself, is it really a genuine Dutch Oven?
I’ll say yes. Now… pull my finger.
** 41 Days Until L.A. Baby Arrives (if she’s on time… and since she’s related to my wife, there’s no telling when she’ll come…)
This is also a sign of being related to your wife, right?
I’m pretty sure my dad invented that - but I can’t say I even knew it had a name.
Thanks for the edumacation!
You guys! This is so not something a mom would write about!
Is there nothing in this world more fun than the fart game??
(…just ask my kids!!!)
I had an old boyfriend in college who swore everyone enjoyed the smell of their “own” they were just too civilized to admit it ;o)
I also had no idea it had a name. And why Dutch?!? 41 days! Everything organised? I think we’re at about 67.
That’s outstanding.
Oh. My. God. That has cracked me up and now you have woken my son. I am sitting here in his room on the laptop, just about to sneak out cause the tiny terrorist is finally asleep, and now he is awake from my gaffaws……
At least she had a choice in her first dutch oven. My brother gave me my first (he was also sitting on my head at the time) and my husband christened our children.
Now I have got that off my chest and the militia is now fully awake I will explore the rest of your blog
How is it that our sweet girly little girls can rip the worst stinkbombs? My daughter creates stinking clouds far more often than my son.
I’m not telling my husband about this post. Might give him ideas.
Thankfully there were no open flames nearby
Again, I leave here more knowledgeable. Thank you for educating the ignorant. Dutch oven! I was thinking cookware.
Thankful for not having a sense of smell yet? =) I read this out loud to Donald and he’s STILL busting up.
LOL. It’s all Kelley’s fault I’m here!!!! One of my earliest memories of married life is my DH teaching me about Dutch Ovens!!! LOL. Hmmm… before that I was a gen-u-ine lady.
Holy crap!
(Pun acknowledged, not intended.)
The stink is one of the things that prevented The Boy from potty training earlier. His quote: “It scares me!”
Why I’m not sure — the guy laughs like, well, a kid, whenever he or anyone else breaks one loose.
(Oh, and I’d never heard the phrase “Dutch Oven” before. I just called “That thing I did every once in a while to The Mrs just as a funny.” Dutch Oven is much better.)
:-)