Jake’s in the bathtub and I hear him tell Jackson he farted.
I’m in the other room, I don’t think anything of it.
I walk in to wash him up and he repeats what he did but I look behind him and notice something floating behind.
Me: No, son, you didn’t. You pooped. Now get out.
Gotta do this all over again. Grrr.
How much longer until I can expect them to have stopped doing this shit? But shit happens throughout life. I could do this to them one day when I’m 90 and embarrass the shit out of him. Loving the puns here.