Toot Toot Tootsie

It seems that I find young motherhood to be riddled with dilemmas.

The first dilemma of the day occurred at the breakfast table, when Zaya let a funny toot slip out.  I had to laugh, not only for the sound, but for the face that came with it.  I said, "Excuse you, Zay," and then to Eva, "Zaya's such a tooter!"  Yes, I am that immature.  So then, in some strange effort to teach Zaya what a toot is, I started to make certain sounds with my tongue.  Then Eva joined in.  Then Zaya followed suit.  So, there we are, three dainty, feminine, classy ladies in a spit-spray cloud of toots and raspberries.  I had a minute of mommy-guilt, since I really do want to raise up children with some semblance of manners... but soon that was gone, and I lost myself in the enjoyment of the moment.  We made long toots, loud toots, and some of us even added in some real ones ;o)

So, the dilemma being whether to enjoy the youthful silliness that for some reason accompanies toots or ignore that, and go straight to etiquette was neglected for the morning.

Ummm... hope I don't pay too terribly for that one later...