modest tootenheimer (an oxymoron of sorts?)

We've been on vacation in Atlanta spending time with the Douglass clan. This evening we went to Riverside Park to play and let Simon run free and get some energy out. There were several different playgrounds and as we climbed everything, there were a couple of little kids who seemed to shadow our every move. As we moved on to the swings, the little girl followed us. As I lifted Ella into the swing I could tell this other little girl was dying to swing with us. I asked her if she'd like me to push her and she eagerly agreed. So here were the two girls, swinging in unison, side-by-side and you'd think they'd been friends since birth. The little girl told us her name was Daniella and Ella introduced herself. Then they began to sing a little song they created when I asked if they wanted me to keep pushing them...it went "Not me. Not me. Not meeeee!" And then they giggled. Then Ella said, "Hey Daniella, guess what I am?" Daniella said, "What?" " I'm a Tootenheimer! That's 'cause I toot a lot!" And then they laughed hysterically! And so did I! Man that was funny!

Later, we decided baths were in order since we all reeked of bug repellant. Ella and Keely were going to take a bath together with lots of bubbles. As they disrobed, Keely was hanging out in her birthday suit in the bathroom and Ella had to comment. Here's the conversation as it was relayed to me by Cimi:

E: I'm being modest.
K: What's 'modest'?
E: 'Modest' means covered up.
At this point, Keely is on the potty, unashamed in her
birthday suit. Ella is staring at her.
K: Why are you lookin' at me?
E: 'Cause you're not modest!

Oh dear! It's the morality police at three years old!!!