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Revamped the Blog

What can I say, I was bored with the look of Tinalicious and decided it was time for a redo. So I guess now it’s only fair to call the blog, Tinalicious 2.o? Hope you will stop by and take a peek.

I also wanted to share a funny little tidbit from the world of grandparenthood as well. My grandson, Dylan spent the night recently, which he doesn’t do so often anymore so it’s a treat when he does. Anyhoots, he needed a bath so I got him in my tub. This is something he really enjoys, because, well, I have a really big tub.  I also have a TV at the foot of the tub, and I’m sure the ability to bathe while watching Sponge Bob has a little something to do with his sudden affection for bath time at gramma’s house.  And FYI: Sponge Bob can be equally entertaining to bathing adults. Just sayin.

So he was in the tub and I decided to brush my teeth. So I’m brushing away when I hear him giggling repeatedly. I looked myself up and down to make sure that I was not the subject of his prolonged amusement, and I couldn’t find anything amiss (nothing out of the ordinary anyway). And just about the time I finished the rinse and spit routine in the sink, he finally enlightens me.

“Gramma, gramma…guess what? I can make my own bubbles. Watch.”

Can you guess where this is going, folks? Sure enough, Dylan has discovered that age-old practice of farting in the bathtub, which naturally creates bubbles…albeit temporary ones.  I couldn’t help but laugh as he beamed at his new-found discovery.  From the sound of his giggles echoing through the bathroom, I’d say this was the highlight of his day….and mine.

Face it: sometimes, farts are funny. Admit it. Come on.

I hear you laughing.

Excuse Me…

There’s that saying, “Kids say the darndest things.” It’s so true, and my grandson, Dylan proves it almost every day. His mommy, along with the Hubs and I, have tried to teach him proper etiquette. Saying please and thank you and a million other things.

One thing I’ve always been big on is the use of “excuse me.” You know, sometimes your body has natural functions that can’t always be controlled. (Better out than in, if you know what I mean). And when something sneaks out, we’ve taught Dylan to say, “excuse me.” It’s just good manners, after all. And he’ really good about saying it…in his own way.

You see, he will almost always say “excuse me,” but not without an explanation of what he’s done. So, for example, we were out to eat this evening, and a little something managed to sneak out of his pint sized body. So what does he say, and loudly enough for all the surrounding restaurant patrons to hear?

“Excuse me…I farted.”

And the Hubs and I embarrassingly add, in perfect unison, “Shhhhhhhhhh!”

Yep, that’s my grandson for you. He can’t just say excuse me, and stop right there. No, no, he has to let you know WHY he’s saying excuse me too. I guess it’s only fair, in his mind, to give everyone the proper heads up (especially in a restaurant). And right now, since he’s 5 years old, it’s still funny, even kind of cute. But heaven help us if he’s 15 and still doing that!

Uh huh, out of the mouths (and orifices) of babes.

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