"I you"

I you. That is how Emma says, "I love you." She is so cute. But tonight we ate out at IHOP and she was sitting in the high chair and she wasn't so cute. She farted and then announced, "I fart" I don't know what to do...Of course, Russ wants to teach her to count down. 3,2,1 (fart). I am just appalled at that suggestion. He just thinks it is so funny. I know, I know you probably think that I am uptight. But, I'm really not. I like to have fun. I just have a problem with worrying. I worry about everything. I cannot help it, I come from a long line of worriers.