Bandaids and Toot

Michael learned the word toot (for fart) in like six hours; this is approximately 6 weeks faster than every other word he's learned except for peepee, kaka (dookie), and choo choo. Whenever I toot real loud, he looks at me and happily says Toot!! We were at the airport in Perpignan looking at the (one) airplane on the tarmac, and he turns to me and says 'toot, toot', and I thought to myself, I didn't do anything. Then it just stunk. Turns out he'd let two fluffies right underneath me. Thanks, boy.

Today, Michael was eating breakfast and Phuong noticed that he had two cuts on his ring and middle fingers. He's been eating a lot of oranges of late, and the acid's been burning his fingers and making him cry. To combat this, Phuong decided to put a bandaid on his finger, but he wouldn't let her do it. I think it was partially because she was trying to put a bandaid as wide as his entire finger onto his cut. So we found a peewee bandaid and I held his hand out while Phuong put on the bandaid. But it still irked him so to make him feel better, P asked him if he wanted us to wear bandaids too. Well of course it did. So now Phuong and I are wearing black Pirate bandaids on our ring fingers. He feels much better and so does his finger. I don't know how we'll fare at market this morning; we probably we will forbidden to touch any fruit for fear of transferring our pirate diseases.