Thursday, June 4th 2015 (@7:05am)
CJ: Look Mom! I have a cape!
Me: Nice honey!
CJ: [Lets one rip.] Mom! I farted in your room!
Me: Hey! Don’t fart in my room!
CJ: [Giggling, runs away into the kitchen to brag.] Daddy! I farted in your room!
Daddy: You did?! Well I just farted in the kitchen!
Boy: [To his sister] And I just farted in your snack box!
Now we’re all laughing.
Me: [coming into the kitchen] Can I just say how PROUD I am of my family right now?!
(Ignoble and base, I know, but there’s little I wouldn’t sacrifice at the altar of comedy.)
CJ: Mommy, what did YOU fart in?
Me: [picking up daddy’s mug and holding it behind my butt]: I just farted in Daddy’s tea!
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Incidentally (though not entirely by coincidence), Daddy’s mug does say “I ♥ to Fart!”
However Father’s Day *is* coming up, and he may perhaps require one of these:
Then again who needs a mug to celebrate a true love when we are so replete with abundance of the real thing?
Hopefully what they say is true:
And… thanks for reading!
Note to Self: Will blogging one day be available in 4D? I feel my dear readers here are missing an es-scent-ial part of this critical story.