The One With a Toot. Or a Series of Toots.

This past weekend we made the drive to Texas to see Leo's family. The girls did so well (the trip home was another story...) and Isabella begged to stop at the rest stop with the huge Texas star once we crossed into Texas.

I take her into the bathroom and as we are washing up we hear something. Someone was just letting them rip in one of the stalls.

I, being the mature adult that I am, hold in my giggles. Isabella on the other hand? Not so much.

She starts looking around, trying to figure out where it was coming from. She then looks up at me once all is quiet again.

"Mommy?" she asks. "What was THAT?!"

I rushed us out to car and by then I died laughing. Leo asked me what was so funny...

As I finish telling him we both look at one another with tears streaming down my face from laughing so hard.

Let it be known--children? Have absolutely no filter. And I?

Find that absolutely refreshing.

Oh, God! Is That My....

The following is a conversation between Isabella and myself while we were in Texas. It's hilarious and I seriously wish I had my Flip recording for this one...

Isabella: "Mommy! I toot! Scoos me! I toot!"

Me: "Okay, honey. You toot--thank you for saying excuse me..."

A few moments of silence.

Isabella then notices a small dark stain on the floor...

Isabella: "Oh my God! Is that my toot?!?!"

Me: Laughing so hard and trying to hold back the tears from laughing...

Me: "No, honey. That stain was there before--and it is NOT your toot!"

I seriously haven't laughed that hard in a LONG time--it was hilarious! The fear that she had that she left "toot stains" on the floor? 

Priceless.

**We're heading back to Mississippi today...home sweet home! I've missed y'all!!**