Last night after dinner Andrew was sitting on my knee  at the kitchen table while Graham cleaned up the dishes. Andrew excused himself, got down, stood beside me and tooted. He looked at me and said “I didn’t toot on you”. Graham and I thought this was hilarious. A few days prior Andrew came up to me, put his bum on my shoulder (I was kneeling on the floor) and tooted on me (I wonder who he learned that from). I told him, that was disgusting and to never do it again. Go figure, Andrew listened. It’s a break through for our household.