Ours is not a marriage that declares war via flatulence. Thank God my husband is not a man who wouldn palm bomb me and I believe he can foresee the violent reaction that would result from a bedroom Dutch Oven situation.
Aidan and Asher, on the other hand... They are of the 'louder the better' school of thought and if one can manage to be sitting on the other when the urge hits, well, that's like being King for a day.
So the other day Asher and I are on the couch when a sound not unlike a duck squawking came from under me. Asher slowly turns to look at me and with a tone of utter disbelief asks me Mama... did you... fart? I snickered and owned up. A sly smile curled up on his lips and he gave me a slow nod that conveyed approval and more than a little pride. I may not have a pen!s but I fart so I'm worthy again.
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Your Asher must be so adorable. ^^
Hahahahahahahahahaha!! Aren't kids funny?? The things they think we Mom's don't do or have never done.. Asher is awesome. :)
ha!
You should have told him you have an invisible pet duck
heee
that is all
That is so hysterical. You're boys sound like mine did when they were young. They used to attack each other when they had to fart. They will still do that when they get together now and they are 20 & 23.
You are a cool mom!!
I agree with George Carlin. "Farts are funny. Farts are funny as hell".
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