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Waking Up

This morning, while lounging in bed with the 5 year old taking over my side, I gazed at how perfectly amazing and beautiful he looked and then I thought I might sleep just a little longer. And then he farted a nice and loud one. 

I don't know if he woke up from the sound of the fart or the sound of my muffled giggles.

Why do farts from little boys = grown ups with the sense of humor of little boys?

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  1. They just do.

    Nance? When are you coming to visit? You can bring the little ripper. He'll be in good company.

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