My nephews are at that amazing age where they have discovered poop jokes. Unfortunately, in my family, that is where the maturation process ends. Here is a typical Narmonian life cycle:
Birth ---> Walking ---> Talking ---> Potty Training ---> Poop Jokes ---> Death
So the other night I was home for Christmas and my 3 year old nephew looks up at me, sticks his tongue out and farts.
Which sent me into a fit of laughter that had me rolling on the ground. In fact, I laughed SO hard -
That I farted.
I guess it "runs" in the family.
(Have you entered my contest to win a year's supply of Lean Pockets? Why not? All I'm asking you to do is make fun of me on the internet. I'm starting to feel like this relationship is one sided, Reader. I give and I give and all I get in return is some web traffic and lonely nights spent pecking away at this keyboard. We used to LIVE, ya know? Where's the passion? Why don't you just click that link above and leave a caption and we can try to rekindle this flame.)