Butterfly will be four at the beginning of November.  Even though there is a vast age difference, she still feels empowered to make rules for our house.

A couple of weeks ago, Kelley cooked up some tacos for us.  The tacos managed to do to me the same thing that chili does.  We spent the rest of the evening changing rooms to avoid the smells that I left behind.  As bedtime neared, I worked with Butterfly to get ready for bed.  Realizing that there was no escaping my gassy wrath, she finnaly had enough.  “DADDY!  I’m making a rule.  No more pooting in my room.  Only pooting in the bathroom.  Now, you go in there if you need to poot.“  And so, a new rule was adopted.

Last night, I was getting Butterfly ready for bed when she escaped the confines of femininity just long enough to break the silence (and the wind).  I looked over at her with a weary eye and asked “Was that you making those noises.“  Apparently, this little girl is smart enough to realize where things were about to go.  She immediately began to adjust her rules. “Daddy, this is my room.  The new rule is that I can poot in my room, but you have to go to the bathrooml“  Such tyranny and injustice!  Why am I limited in my location?  I decided to force the issue, “If you can poot in your room, then I can poot in your room, too!“  In the wisdom that only soon-to-be-four-year-olds can understand, she gave me the basis for the rule. “No, daddy.  I just poot and make sounds.  You are stanky.”

Boy, this one gets more and more like her mama every day.