Okay, word of warning. If you do not appreciate toilet talk like I do, don't bother reading this one today. And don't say I didn't warn you.
There are many things I looked forward to when I found out I was pregnant with Cohen. His first smile, his first laugh, crawling, saying "Mama", saying "douche bag"...you get the idea. But another equally important milestone for me was being able to use him as an excuse when I tooted in public and didn't want anyone to know it was me.
And that day arrived today. It. Was. Glorious. And the person didn't know that babies that only drink breastmilk and formula don't have farts that smell like beefaroni.
I'm still smiling.
Have you ever used your baby as an excuse to pass gas?
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