BOY TOOTED - PEEEEOOOOOEEEEEE

My 3 year old diva niece struck again this past Labor Day Weekend... And again, it involved my poor nephew. Good thing he adores her. It was during church. Evidently breakfast was working over the stomach of the poor young lad. A silent but foul nonetheless bit of flatulence seemed to escape him during the service. For which I am sure he is proud. Most people would surely try desperately to ignore said mishap. However, the diva deemed it necessary for the sanctuary of people to know exactly what had taken place. She crinkled her nose and disgust and proclaimed for the church to hear "BOY TOOTED -- P-EEEE-OOOOO-EEEEE"! She still finds it appropriate to refer to him by his gender rather than his name. SO GREAT.