Last night while we were out celebrating me finishing NaNoWriMo, we started a very deep conversation, a conversation all parents eventually have with their kids.
We talked about some of the possible names for expelling methane. I know! It makes a momma proud!
Here are some the ones we came up with, most of them are pretty obvious:
Drop a bomb
Cut the cheese
Me- Your grandpa liked to say purtsy.
Emma- Who, daddy?
John- No my daddy, your grandpa.
Me- He's in heaven, with Jesus.
Emma- Cheesus? I don't know any Cheesus.
Me- That's very unfortunate.
I always told myself that I would make sure my kids new the true meaning of Christmas*. Looks like we're going to have to cram. ;)