Good Ol' Media Influence

Cameron has been calling me a fart sniffer for days.  You let the kids watch The Sandlot once or twice and suddenly they think it's funny to tell each other they are ugly as a dog's butt, and they all laugh hysterically about it.  It's okay, he can keep calling me a fart sniffer, because I have this picture to show his girlfriend when he's sixteen:

My boys have picked up some interesting phrases from all kinds of movies and TV shows, and I can't say that I'm fond of all of them.  However, Drew is going to see his first movie in a real-live theater this afternoon, (at the $2 theater so that if he isn't on his best behavior we can leave and not feel like we wasted a small fortune), and because it's his first theater movie, I am hoping for a lot of potty humor.  I want those chipmunks to belch and break wind and squeak all kinds of ridiculous words so that Drew has the time of his life.   There is nothing better than listening to that kid giggle.  Makes my world.