One evening, someone, who shall remain nameless, farted. (OK, it was me.) About one second later Sam, who was sitting right by me, and I got up to get some ice cream. We walked by Matt on our way to the kitchen.
Once in the kitchen, Sam whispered to me, "Mom, I carried your fart over to Dad so he would have to smell it."
I said, "How did you carry it?"
"I held it in my nose until I got by Dad and then I blew it out towards him."
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Sam is soo funny!!!
I totally laughed...out loud. Maya just looked at my like I was crazy. He is SO funny.
UHHHHHHH_I'm trying to type this from the floor in front of my computer while trying to wipe diet-coke from my desk, monitor, keyboard etc. You should really put some sort of warning label on your "Sam" posts.
Hilarious!!!!! I love that boy!
I LOVE it!!
I was just telling Nancy that I'm glad I don't have to raise that boy. I would never be able to keep a straight face....LOL toooooo funny.
PS Lili finally set me up on gmail so I could respond...
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