Gross, eh? That's what Jack said to me last night at the dinner table. He had just climbed into my lap to share some snuggles while we waited for the girlies to finish chasing pear chunks around their trays with pudgy pincer grasps.
"Mama, smell my butt!"
"What? Why?"
"Smell my butt I farted!"
"That's gross, Dude."
"I know! I'm gonna poop."
"Well get off my lap then!"
Runs to bathroom laughing. Husband hyperventilating. Me shaking my head. Babies horking down pears.
Remind me again why I should assume I deserve any dignity at all?
Punk.
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3 comments:
I totally want to hang out at your place for a day. Not because of the farts mind you, I get enough of those over here thank you very much.
LOVE IT!!! That's why we love you guys! Kaia & Jaron say that all the time. I don't know where they got it from...ok, I do...the people in question might rhyme with "Seanya"...;o)
Oh our sons would get along very nicely! LOL
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