Humbling is walking through Target with your verbal, almost-two-year-old, as he clearly proclaims to all patrons:
Like a broken record, the little goose continued professing that I passed gas while strolling through the diaper aisle, as I looked around to be sure no one was listening. Of course, I denied it because I did not, in fact, fart. I don't even know where he heard that word. Probably his daddy. Then, he sweetly tilted his head to the side, smiled, patted his heiney and said, Beckham tooted. Placing the blame on my mommy - totally another inherited trait from his father. Little stinker.