SCABAHDOO!

For some reason, sitting at the dinner table is the perfect opportunity to allow all gasses to escape from the body. At least my children think so.  Constantly we hear gas noise and giggles, knowing that this will trigger annoyance.  Gavin lets off a few, Sophia lets out a belch the size of Texas. 

     "What in the world was that?" I ask her, shocked that a little girl could sound like a 1,000 pound cow.

     "It was the people in my throat.  They are yelling scabahdoo!"

Your guess is as good as mine as to what in the world this means.  How can I possibly be angry at people yelling in her throat.  You have to admit...it was pretty creative.