And how can something so common but so best left in the toilet command such a raft of names: gas, wind, fart, cut the cheese, trump, and now in our house, “toot.” Because that is the newest addition to LLC’s burgeoning vocabulary and it’s thanks to her daddy, alongside her less developed social inhibitions.
Chris and LLC were camped out on the sofa when she happened to let one rip. “LLC,” Chris declared proudly. “You went toot!” And a new phrase, understanding and misplaced pride took root in our almost 2 year-old.
“LLC toot. LLC toot,” she chirped, grinning. And of course the phrase stuck. It’s now right up there with her version of clock (“cock”) and treat (“tit”).