That smell like-a poo...

Feeding my face I watched my son interact with my mother. Luke had a couple soap bars that had an aroma to each of them. One by one he would put a bar close to my mother's nose and let her smell... She would give a weird face to each and say, ""yuk, or p.u..." Luke then asks her after smiling so, "Does it smell like poop?" ...
Okay Luke now connects bad smells with poop. We're really learning the importants in life now.

A little Dave Matthews for you...

"Daddy, you want me to sing a song for you? A Dave Matthews song? Here I go..." He strums the guitar and bellows... " What would you say? Don't bite the mail man... What would you say?" strum strum strum.... That's all I need to say as I was and still am speechless.

Good ol toot from the boot....y

Uncle Dan sure has made an impact on my son as now Luke will share some things that he remembers from his time around uncle. I was lying on the floor acting like I was hurt to see what Luke would do as I lay acting... I looked at him through squinting eyes to watch his reaction. he looks me over and walks over to me. He stops, turns around and plants his booty on my face. Wait for it... After about five seconds he makes a bmmmpppppppp from his lips to my face. Gets up, leans over and says, I toot on your face. From the bedroom in the morning, to grandma's house, to San Antonio; Luke loves tooting in anyone's face.

A little bite to go

Hiding under the table hunched in the corner was Luke as another game of "find me daddy" was near its end. As I trapped him into the corner I asked him if I could take a little bite from his leg... then his ear... a small piece from his face... then back to his leg. Luke, in between laughing says, no no daddy, that's enough." As I start to retreat he says " Daddy, you can have a bite of my butt." Needless to say I didn't have any butt that day as it was not fresh from the tooting he did on my face earlier...