So my 5 year old boy was sitting in my lap the other night when he let one rip. Loud and stinky.
I looked at him and asked him "What do you say?"
And he looked at me with these big blue eyes wide open and said "I didn't do it! Mr. Bear did it!"
"Mr. Bear is upstairs in your room."
"Mr. Bear farts really loudly."
I couldn't help laughing.
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Key point- blame it on someone else.
We have a Mr. Bear, too.
This is actually the second Mr. Bear since I was a BAD MOMMY and left the original Mr. Bear behind in a restaurant on a family vacation in Utah.
He has a whole tribe of stuffed animals that he sleeps with and every single one of them has a particular place to go in bed. He's a little OCD that way. :)
BAD MOMMY! BAD!
We lost Mr. Bear in Legoland, years ago. Couldn't find him. Then, as we were leaving the park, there he was, sitting on a bench by the exit like he was waiting for us.
Have no idea how. It was far from where we'd lost him.
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