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Pit Farts

Hand meets armpit - arm flaps - fart noises emit - uncontrollable laughter ensues.

OMG - it drives me absolutely crazy - and who knew there was a real NAME for it??  Quite possibly the most annoying noise/action ever.   I mean, I know it's a natural part of childhood.  I totally remember doing this with my brother and our friends when we were just kids.  

However - the current REALITY of listening to my son do this all day long while singing some self created "pit fart" song is just a bit more than I can handle.  It was cute for about half a second before moving quickly  to annoying.  The worst part?  He taught his little sister - my angel girl - to do it as well.  She, of course, thinks EVERYTHING he does is just straight up awesome and this is no exception.  There is something especially disturbing about hearing my baby say "Pith Far, Pith Far" while trying desperately to get some noise to emanate from her armpit.



Oh my little pit farters.

On the positive side - Hayden was so very kind to his sister today. She was having a "moment" (ie massive screaming temper tantrum) and he went in, rubbed her back, gave her hugs and calmed her down in his special way.  Seeing the two of them together and watching him be so sweet pretty much made up for the relentless pit farting.  I'll take what I can get...

Until tomorrow...

Positively,

Kim

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