dtrudeau's 4 year old grandson had this to say last night...
There we were...lying in bed...trying to go to sleep when we heard a little "noise". Then this...
Ethan: Why do I poot so much? Maybe it's because I'm supposed to be a roll tide fan.
Me: Lol! What?!
Ethan: Nah, I'm just kidding. I just said that cause I pooted too much today.
Me: Well, okay then.
Ethan: War Eagle, Mommy. I love you. Boom! THAT just happened.
Me: Lol! Ethan, where did you hear that?
Ethan: From my girlfriend, Laine. She don't poot too much, and that's why she's a War Eagle fan. And, she says, "Boom! THAT just happened" so she's cool and that's why she's a War Eagle fan, too.
Me: Okay, Baby. That's good. War Eagle. I love you. Now go to sleep. *Silence* then...
Ethan: Mommy, I hope I don't ever hear Laine poot because I don't want her to be a roll tide fan.
Me: (trying to contain my laughter knowing that Mom is planting this stuff in his head from Heaven) Please go to sleep, Ethan.
Ethan: Okay. Good night, Mommy. I'm glad you don't poot so you can be for War Eagle.
Me: Shhhh...good night, Ethan.
Thanks for the laughs, Mom (dtrudeau). There is no doubt in my mind that this came from you.
There we were...lying in bed...trying to go to sleep when we heard a little "noise". Then this...
Ethan: Why do I poot so much? Maybe it's because I'm supposed to be a roll tide fan.
Me: Lol! What?!
Ethan: Nah, I'm just kidding. I just said that cause I pooted too much today.
Me: Well, okay then.
Ethan: War Eagle, Mommy. I love you. Boom! THAT just happened.
Me: Lol! Ethan, where did you hear that?
Ethan: From my girlfriend, Laine. She don't poot too much, and that's why she's a War Eagle fan. And, she says, "Boom! THAT just happened" so she's cool and that's why she's a War Eagle fan, too.
Me: Okay, Baby. That's good. War Eagle. I love you. Now go to sleep. *Silence* then...
Ethan: Mommy, I hope I don't ever hear Laine poot because I don't want her to be a roll tide fan.
Me: (trying to contain my laughter knowing that Mom is planting this stuff in his head from Heaven) Please go to sleep, Ethan.
Ethan: Okay. Good night, Mommy. I'm glad you don't poot so you can be for War Eagle.
Me: Shhhh...good night, Ethan.
Thanks for the laughs, Mom (dtrudeau). There is no doubt in my mind that this came from you.
