Sunday, October 17, 2010

I can't make this stuff up

Just minutes ago I hear from the adjoining room, "*Son*, *Son*!! I just farted on Mom. *mwahahahahaha*!!!" Upon further investigation (as any would be physical evidence was obviously too weak to condemn the girl), I discover her experiencing true delight. A smile, I daresay, spread across her face for the first time today. Her confidence raised I grabbed the new can of Febreze Air Effects with Gain and maintained my victim status. She is now laughing and singing with her father and siblings. My job is complete. I can sleep in peace this night.

No comments:

Post a Comment