Trish didn’t want me to write this post about her, so I won’t. I’ll write it about … Mrs. Cleaver, as told by Trish.
Ella doesn’t have syntax down pat yet, so she says, rather cutely, “what’s that sound making,” when she hears something odd.
Well, the other day Ella was riding in the car with Mrs. Cleaver when she piped up from the back seat in a cheery yet concerned voice, “
Mommy Mrs. Cleaver, what’s that smell making?”
Mrs. Cleaver had produced a little natural gas.
Ella said, “I have to poot, too!” and started saying, “poot! poot! poot! poot!”
And, so, another bonding moment between Ella and … Mrs. Cleaver.