Can't hold what's not in your hand
My brother Denis has a great line: "you can't hold what's not in your hand." He uses this to refer to flatulence. Ever the gentleman. And it's been this thought that's come back to me again and again while changing poopy diapers (which I'm definitely holding in my hands) (I mean, not right now, but...), or while the kids are laughing about farting at the dinner table, or when Audrey is using farts as a means to insult someone. me: Audrey, please pick up that book you just threw and put it on the bookshelf. Audrey: Ok, poopy. me: Audrey, that's not nice. Please pick up the book and choose different words when talking to people, especially me. Audrey: Ok, tooty. Uproarious laughter follows each of these name-calling episodes. We read a book recently where a villainous character called her sidekick/minion "Fatso". Asmarter, quicker parent might have chosen to not read that word aloud. I read the word outloud, and it has become