Ok so this morning before me, Rachel and JulieAnne headed to Ihop for our weekly free food run, (national pancake day today/bring in a cereal boxtop (not to be confused with the little cutout School Boxtop square on the top of the Cereal Box…no the entire top of a cereal box) to Chik-a-fila and get a free breakfast entrée on Thursdays aka Tomorrow!) – can you use the parentheses inside the parentheses? Are these ( ) even called parentheses?
Sorry.
Back to the story. Before our Ihop stop I took Kennedy to her mothers day out, the trip was going great, like it always does, a little Itsy Bitsy Spider, a little ABC’s, you know, all the good stuff. Well in between songs, out of no where I hear what sounds like a 400 pound man blowing a tuba in the back seat! I aint talkin’ about no little 22 month old tuba either! More like a 65 year old, awww Crap! It slipped, I’m older and I can get away with it kind of tuba. Very impressive.
At this point I am stuck between the feeling of amazement and disgustination! For those that have not quite caught on yet, Kennedy let one rip. An air biscuit. A toot. As ladies always say, a fluff. So I turn to her and say, “Kennedy, what was that?” And in response I get this…
What kind of 22 month old already knows how to shift the blame of a fart onto someone else!? After I heard that, I lost it, laughing so much I began to cry. This however was not the correct way to react, because for the remainder of the 10 minute drive to Mother’s Day Out Kennedy repeated the word “Fart” and thought it was the funniest thing since people taking men’s figure skating seriously!
I hope and pray her mom can instill some manors and lady like qualities in my little girl since I have already started her off on the wrong foot. But just know, if you ever find yourself in an awkward fart situation, you can always pass it off on someone or something else… that just makes it 10 times funnier.
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