Sunday, November 16, 2008

P.U. Madeline!

In the 13 years that David and I have been together, I could probably count on one hand the number of times that we passed gas in front of each other. My siblings might chuckle at that because the Mazurs (ok, at least the brothers) tend to be an earthy group. Call me uptight, but I just can't "let 'er rip" in front of others (at least on purpose). And then comes Madeline.....

There has been *way* more "music" in this house in the past year than there was over the last 13 years. And Madeline finds it hysterical. On top of that, she somehow learned how to blame it on someone else. Madeline will "toot" and say, "P.U., Mama!" or "P.U., Papa!" I think she may have even blamed it on our cats too. And when she does this blame game, she is laughing like she just told the best joke ever. Where did she learn this from? *Sigh*....... she really is a Mazur!

3 comments:

paulmazur said...

Amy!!

You mean you don't remember when the Mazur brothers spirited her away during the last Mazur camp-out. We indocrinated her into All Things Mazur. She was a quick learn. Dang it, I think she even learned quicker than Delmont, go figure. Even though she may be playing coy, don't be surprised if she belts out a, "Psia krew cholera" when you try to discipline her. Slavic blood, through and through.

Amy said...

Oh thanks sooooo much, Paul! By the way, can you babysit her during the next campout? How about Chili Night? The beans will make her ripe... :-)

Marty said...

Amy, you're going to have a lot more of those moments when strangers come up to you and say "Your daughter is just like you!"