Okay, I did it. I went off to my computer. Sat down…and let one go… At that exact moment, my 10-year-old daughter materialized out of thin air:
“Uh. I just heard you fart, momma. (Ew.) and you didn’t say excuse me.”
I turned around,
“Oh, excuse me…I didn’t realize the fart police was standing behind me.”
I didn’t intend that to be funny, but more sarcastic to my “know-it-all” daughter. However, my husband heard and laughed over that for a good 10 minutes and said,
“That just made my whole night.”
Ohhhh, those darn Pop Tarts my kids insisted on purchasing. I’ve never cared for them, and against my better judgement… ate two. No wonder they call them POP Tarts… you Pop all over the place.
… Pop, popp-poppty, pop-pop.
Like Lionel Ritchey… All night long..