Where did my little girl go?

Here's short commentary on my little princess (snort!) and her antics lately. Apparently, she is being raised by monkeys when I am not around. So yesterday, we are sitting on the floor playing the classic game Candy Land. Of course, Jack and Ava are both trouncing me. (That, I suppose is another story all together). Ava stands up and says, "Mommy, look at me." I turn my head and she 'talks' her butt at me and then farts. Gross! Today, after pulling her from the bath and towel drying her, she curls up into a little ball on the floor with her rear end facing what? Yes, that is correct. Me. So she proceeds to tootle her trumpet, so to speak, in my face. Where is this grossness coming from? Why did I deserve her bestowing this nastiness on me? Oh well, tomorrow is another day. Maybe she can horrify me in another heinous fashion. Enjoy today's edition of Ava's Antics ;)