I think we know which kid is most likely to end up in a jail cell in Tijuana

Moon came home from school today and rushed upstairs to secretly make me a birthday present.

Have to admit, the kid knows what I like.

Not to be outdone, when Peanut saw what his brother made for me, he said, "Mom, I made a present for you, too. Hold on." He then climbed onto the couch, perched on my shoulder and farted. "Happy Birthday, Mom!"

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Ahahahaha! Boys and their farts. There is no place or time that is safe in this house anymore. It always stinks like ass.