Thursday, September 10, 2009

Little Stinker, part 2

So, I'm sitting with The Boy on my lap. He waited up until I got home - he's playing the bedtime manipulation thing, mostly because he's going to win that one right now. (I'm sick. Don't have the energy to hold that line.) He's on my lap, looking at me. I say, "I love you, The Boy. Can you say, I love you Daddy?"

He smiles at me, then farts.

A truer expression of love than mere words...

1 comment:

Sarah said...

Farting on demand is a skill most grown men cant achieve. You must be so proud!