Tonight, while giving my baby boy a bath, he farted in the tub. I laughed, made the requisite comments about having his own jacuzzi and we moved on.

Then, while drying him off he did it again. Spontaneously, I said full of joy and vigor, “Was that a Froggy!”

I stopped in my tracks. Until that moment I had forgotten that in my house when we were kids, we called farts “froggies.” I’m sure it was because of their similarity to the sound of a frog croaking but that’s not my point. My point is that it started me wondering about all the other things that I experienced as a child and if or when they will reappear in my current role as Daddy.

Since I started this blog, I promised myself I wouldn’t write strictly about pooping and peeing and I sense I’m getting very close to that right now. (And I have no doubt I’ll hear it from Andrea that I was talking about farting on my blog) So let me end by asking…

What things in your childhood reappeared once parenthood hit