Food can't do that....or can it?

Most families, I'm sure, have a word for "passing gas."

Ours is "pooter."

It's been our word since I was a little girl. Shane doesn't really care for it *grin* but it is better than the alternatives: fluff....putz....toot....etc.

So, today at lunch, Colin asked me to make one of his favorites--Triscuits with melted cheese.

I used a different kind of cheese than I normally do, 'cause we were out of the other kind....and this new cheese did some odd things in the microwave. I took the plate of crackers out, and the cheese was bubbling and popping all over the place. Odd, to me, because it hadn't even been in there very long.

I set the plate down in front of Colin, and we both watched.

Suddenly, one of the bubbles popped and made a pssssss sound.

And Colin pointed at the Triscuit and, as seriously as someone could be, he said,

"Mom. This Triscuit just pootered."