My husband calling my daughter over to him, angling his butt toward her, and farting in her general direction only for her to throw her hands in the air and shout “Yea! You did it! Good job Daddy! You made a big, big, poop noise!”
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your husband does not make poop noises!
sometimes, every once in a while, when the moon is full, the barometric pressure is low, the intestinal flora is teeming, and the proper raw materials have been thoughtfully consumed about 24 hours earlier, i can rip ass like the best of them.
My dainty flower of a daughter is just as jubilant, if not a little more vain about her internal combustion. She ripped one while sitting at the dining table, promptly got up, SMELLED THE CUSHION!, and exclaimed, “MMMMM, Just the way I like it!”
Can you imagine if I had a boy?!?!?!?!?!
Oh my God! Boys will be boys.
God help us all.
Love,
Mother-in-Law