There's an elephant in my booty...

So.....this is an interesting story.

One night after dinner Ivy and I are laying on the couch together when she starts passing some gas (rather loudly might I add). She of course would just grin almost like she was embarrassed when I would look at her. I just simply said "Ivy you should say excuse me when you toot." Well the toots keep coming and they get louder and longer. Maybe it's just me but there is just something comical about a toddler realizing what they are doing and knowing they can't stop it. Well one of them was soooo loud that my crazy husband said "Ivy! Is there an elephant in your booty?" All three of us giggled and I never thought anything of it. Well one night when I got home from work I started cooking dinner and then sat down on the couch with my mother-in-law and we were talking about our day. We both noticed that Ivy got really quiet so I walked over to her and said "Ivy do you need to sit on the potty?" To which she replied "no" but that's always her answer. I took her upstairs to change her and when I laid her down on the floor and removed her diaper she looked me straight in the face just as serious as she could and said "Mommy is it an elephant?" Me and Debbie fell on the floor laughing! We practically couldn't breath we were laughing so hard. So now every time she toots or does #2 she doesn't come and tell me she "stinks" anymore she tells me that she has an elephant! And the other night she heard her Daddy rip one in the other room and she yelled to me "Mommy! Daddy's got an elephant!" She was very concerned when she said this so I asked her to check on him. She walked up to him, pulled the back of his pants like she was checking a diaper and said "shoo-wee Daddy!" We almost died!!!

Moral of the story don't tell our kids they have an elephant in there booty.