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.