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