Thursday, June 3, 2010

Toot your heart out

"Eww. Was that you?"  Mama asked after a very obvious toot.
"e'scuse me" M snuck in.

A couple minutes later I smelled the pungent odor again.  "Are you tootin' again, M?"  I asked, expecting her to pardon herself.  Instead, she leaned in to me, took a big whiff of my face, and then said:

"You smell like glasses"


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