Emily, Jacob, Lauri, and I are all cuddled up in our bed watching some TV Saturday night. Now, what happened next, around the house we generally refer to as a "toot". Sorry, but I can't use the word "toot" to describe this. THIS was a fart. THIS was the FART of farts. If a fart could be obnoxious and overbearing then I'd attribute these characteristics to it. It was also insanely long and loud. Had a lot of bass. Of course, Lauri yelled at me. Um, wasn't me, though. We usually try not to laugh when this kind of thing happens, but this thing wasn't something you heard every day. We noticed that Emmy was laughing the loudest, though. She just said one thing:
"I guess I'm growing up."
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