Of Poots and Poo

I realize that Biscuit will probably find some of these blog posts embarrassing one day. So, I'm going to share an embarrassing story about myself to help make up for it.

Here goes ...

I was standing in the kitchen one night last week. And I thought I was all by myself. I was already in my nightgown.

I didn't know it, but Biscuit was standing right behind me.

I farted. Yes, you read that right. I thought I was alone!

Biscuit then hiked up the tail of my gown, patted my butt, and said, "Poo, Mama? Poo?"

"No, baby. But thanks for asking," I said to him.