So, if you know me, you know I do not fart (unless I am asleep and then apparently I am an orchestra all night long). In the summer when we were at Boundary Bay, I passed gas and CH and the shorties laughed for like a half hour. If you bring it up them will still laugh. No kidding.
This evening on our way home from the Smokies game (which they won 5 to 3. Woot! Woot!), the shorties and I were waiting in the truck for CH who had to run into Safeway to grab milk and this is the conversation that took place:
Me: I'm gassy.
The Little Man: What does that mean?
Me: I'm farting.
The Little Man: Seriously?
Me: Haha. No. I need to but I am holding it in.
Penelope: That's girly. Good job Mummy.
Hahahahaha. Since then I can not stop thinking about how great my life is. Best night ever - but maybe not as good as PITA's will be since it is clean sheet night. ;o)
:o) Tina
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