Good, Clean Fun

I've always known that Carson is obsessed with funny noises especially those of a flatulent nature, but lately her interest has expanded to include her sense of smell. This is a conversation she had with my mother this afternoon:

Carson: Do you smell something?

Nana: No, do you?

C: I think you tooted.

N: Me!?! I did not!

C: Yep, you tooted.

About now my brother can be seen squirming with barely controlled glee, partly because he was the true culprit and partly because Carson said "toot." Ahhh, good quality family time.