Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Mine smell like roses.

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."

5 comments:

The Wells said...

Sam is soo funny!!!

Anonymous said...

I totally laughed...out loud. Maya just looked at my like I was crazy. He is SO funny.

Holley said...

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!

Sarah said...

I LOVE it!!

Unknown said...

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...