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Yesterday while sitting at a table waiting for ice cream my two year old looks at me and says “I wanna touch the wall. I wanna touch the wall a widdle bit” So I told her to go ahead. Helped her down. She walked over. Placed her hand on the wall. Then came back to sit. Kids.
Ripped a fart quietly but smelly on the busy train. Everyone could smell it, but no one knew who it was besides the two of us.
Slightly related: Earlier this week, during breakfast I ripped one and tried to blame it on my 6yo son. He gave an annoyed sigh and said: Dad, you need more than two people to play “Who Farted”.
