Oh, to be so uninhibited

Today, Little Man came and stood beside me. I could hear him happily slurping up his orange Fanta with a straw and didn't really pay that much attention to what he was doing. When he asked me something I looked at him and then busted up laughing. There he was sans underwear and shorts merrily gulping the last drops of drink from his cup completely unphased. It was the way he stood there like "Yeah, I'm drinking my drink commando - what?" that cracked me up.

Then when I suggested he put back on his pants, he complied, but only after he trotted off to put his cup up with a *toot*toot*toot* following. He turned to me smiling and proud and announced, "Me toot three times!"

Bare-naked soda drinking and flatulance in the wind - ah, the joys of toddlerhood.