This is a conversation I had with Koko today as I'm on my way downstairs...
Kora: MOM!!! Can you please get me some soy soy while you're down there?
Kora: Oh and one more thing.
Kora: Can you grab me a fart while you're down there?
Me: Sure, I'll see if we have any left.
3 minutes pass...
Me: Kora!! We're all out of farts but we have a few poots left. Do you want one of those?
Kora: YEAH! That's fine.
Me: Okay, but they kinda stink.
Kora: That's okay, just put em in the oven for a little bit because that makes the smell go away.
I hate to admit it, but she gets her wacky and vulgar sense of humor from me. I love it though!
While we're on the subject of gases...it never fails that EVERY time we go to any doctor and we're in the small exam room waiting for the doctor to come in, at least ONE of my kids has to let a fart out that smells HORRID. You know those kid smelling farts? Yuck. The kind you always smelled at school from some dorky kid? Yeah, it's those kind. So the fart smell of course fills the 3 by 3 box room we're in just in time for the doctor to walk into a big cloud of fart as he or she opens the door. I love it when people's first impression of me is a hideous stink. And you know they are hating being hit in the face with that nast. It's like walking into a spiderweb and you have no clue it's about to hit you.