Tomorrow, Emilia turns five.
Tonight, she said to me, “Mommy, tomorrow I will be five. I hope I don’t toot at my party.”
“Toot?”
“You know, when your poo blows, and it makes a noise.”
“Oh.”
“If I toot at my party, I’m going to say that a unicorn did it.”
That girl knows how to make her mama proud.
