Fair warning
Sitting at the dinner table this evening, this is the conversation.
Bobbin: (makes a kind of grimace as she wiggles in her chair)
Tim: Honey, what are you doin'?
Bobbin: (loudly) I'm gonna fart so you better watch out cause its gonna be stinky!
Me: (unsuccessfully stifling laughter) That's great, and thanks for the warning honey. Next time, if you think you're going to fart you can always go to the bathroom, or if you're going to fart quietly you can just do it and say excuse me afterwards [yeah, ok, so not the best advice either. But I was in hysterics and not thinking straight :)]
Bobbin: (still loudly, and standing tall on her knees on the chair) I can do it loud AND quiet whenever I want!
That's a talent she inherited from her father, I think.
Yesterday evening as we were settling into the big chair getting ready to read a book, I caught a whiff of something...pungent, and leaned over to Tim and asked "Hey, did you 'F' 'A' 'R' 'T'?" taking great care to spell the word out. But before he could reply Bobbin piped up with a "No, I did!"
Comments
Not to toot our own horn (pun fully intended), but Bobbin may have inherited her sphincter control from our side of the family. Now you just need to teach her how to blame it on Tommy. Or one of the cats...it's even funnier when you blame it on a cat.
Posted by Sarah on January 15, 2009 5:52 AM.