[setting: a dimly lit living room, with the TV on in the background]
Mama: (to sleeping baby in her arms) [Tearful mushiness about how much he’s loved and what a life-changing miracle he is. Blathering continues about how beautiful he is, and how Daddy is going to be his best friend]
Kieran: [faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart]
Oh the joys of having a boy. I’ve tried to explain to him that the time wherein farting and burping are encouraged is finite, so he better enjoy it while he can.
Thanks for the much needed tummy chuckle! :)
Ha! Beauty.
Boy, my gnomy butt. Kara was a little gasbag when she was tiny. Also, LOL.
hahahahaha! You set us up perfectly for that punch line.
Hee! And you are right, it doesn’t end. In a few years you can just add giggles on the end of the Fart. ;-)
Like grandson, like grandfather! (LOL) Love you.
hahaha! They truly are little boys right from the beginning…I bet he even smiled a little, didn’t he? :)
I love it!! Yesterday Charlie farted diarrhea all over my hand, just as I finished cleaning up another messy diaper.
Parenthood!