Top Trumps

Well I've already blogged about dog poo, baby poo and vomit on my blog so it was only a matter of time before I blogged about wind.  Actually, now I come to think of it I have already blogged about wind a while back. The complete set!

However, there's always room for another story of flatulence. Oh yes.

Come on, stop squirming it's only natural.

Trumps, farts, guffs, boffs, squeezing cheese, air biscuit, flatulate, break wind, bottom burp, parp, leak gas, play the band (my Dad always used to say that one!), letting rip, brown cloud, toot and so on. Any more or are you too grossed out?

"truuuuuuuuump"

Well, it seems Mini Cheddar (must be in the name) is fascinated by trumps. Oh the shame.  I swear she can detect the most quietest of trumps from 100 metres!  She must have an in-built air biscuit radar.

We were away in Hampshire for 2 nights the other week and Mini Cheddar was in our hotel room with us but in her own bed.  She went to sleep fine and my husband and I even watched a film as she slept until it was time for us to call it a night.

Teeth brushed and undressed we climbed into bed.  We lay there in the dark listening to the sound of Mini Cheddar breathing.  I snuggled up to my husband and at that point he decided to let one go.

How romantic.

There was about a 2 second delay before Mini Cheddar decided to shout out "truuuuuuuuump" in a rather amused voice from her bed.

My husband and I must have laughed in bed for about half an hour.

She can even detect them in her sleep. Our daughter is clearly a gifted young girl!

I'm so proud.