Sometimes, it is painfully obvious that I am out numbered by testosterone in my house. Like on nights such as this one pictured, when these two decide it would be really funny to have a fake farting contest. Noah is FOUR people, and already we have laugh riots at tooting sounds. I am really anxious about what the teen years will bring! At least Eric seems perfectly comfortable with it all. Oh yeah, and I was trying to get Noah to go to bed. Boring old Mom.
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