Charlie eats a lot of fruit. A LOT of fruit. And because he eats a lot of fruit, he has a lot of gas. (Apologies to future Charlie reading this blog... but it's true.)
Charlie is extremely proud to fart in front of us. He laughs and laughs, and each time I say something like, "Charlie--- Excuse you!!!" (Gotta have polite kids, right??)
So this weekend, Charlie lets one rip and starts laughing. "Charlie!!" I say. He looks at me and laughs. And what does he say to me? "Scuse you. Scuse you."
Of course. Can't say he doesn't have manners.