I tell him he's a good boy and out the corner of my eye I see him come tottering in with his trousers round his ankles.
I wonder what on earth he is doing so I wait for him to come into the dining room and he is laughing with his pants pulled up as far as he can get them with his willy poking out the leg hole of his pants.
Trying not to laugh I tell him to stop being silly then I notice that younger boy (who I might add is not quite one) is laughing so hard he's almost crying. Still trying not to laugh I tell him to put his willy away and smiling he does.
He then continues to let out a huge fart.
By now younger boy can hardly contain himself and older boy is so proud of himself for making his brother laugh.
My sons are so funny. I was defiantly given boys for a good reason!!