“No more toots”

Last night Miriam stayed up until Aaron and I were ready to go to bed. She was a little overtired by then, but I’m tired of the struggle to get her to sleep in her own bed – some nights I just don’t have it in me. Plus I do like the extra time with just her to cuddle – she is extra cuddly and cute since she knows the second she acts up she will be popped back in her bed. 11pm rolled around and we climbed into bed. A few seconds after we turned the lights out, Aaron (in true Johnson fashion) tooted. No, not tooted – that’s too polite a term for his actions – he definitely farted. Usually this brings out the giggles in Miriam, but not last night. Instead of giggling he was rewarded with a very stern little “Stop”, “No more toots”, and a sigh.