Last night, my husband and Elliot, my three-year-old, were sitting together when Elliot ripped one really loudly. So loudly, in fact, that Joe wasn't sure at first if it had come from Elliot. Until Elliot started to laugh and proclaimed his rear-explosion to be a "double pertz*."
My husband asked him if he had burned a hole in his pants and Elliot answered, "I don't have any fire in my bottom, Daddy!" A classic moment in the Jones household.
*A "pertz" is my husband's family's euphemism. I have no idea where the word came from, but it has been passed down for generations (pun intended).
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