I was fixing my neice Opal and Hila some chocolate milk this morning. The chocolate syrup is almost gone so it made *that* sound. Opal laughs and says, “Ha. It farted!” Hila said quickly, “It tooted.”
Opal, “It farted, farty fart fart!”
Hila talking over her cousin loudly, “It tooted! It tooted! Toot!”
Then Hila got frustrated that Opal wasn’t taking the hint. “No! Opal, it tooted!”
Opal, “Oh. It tooted.”
Chocolate milk in hands, they went off to play dolls.
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