A dream that one day, I won't hear the word 'fart'. I won't hear laughter about farts . I won't hear fart jokes. I won't smell farts. When the dog farts, I won't hear four voices raised up in song, "Doggie Fart! Gladdens My Heart!".
A while back, Henry let one rip right at the dinner table. "Henry! What do you SAY!" I demanded.
Long pause....."Thank you, God, for that awesome fart?"
My dream, obviously, is not nearly as grand as Martin Luther King's, and of course I have lots of other, less shallow dreams, but this is my dream for today, nonetheless, since I'm stuck in this house with four fart-joke loving kids and a gassy dog.
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My boys moved on from fart humor to testicles humor. They have moved on to other forms of inappropriate humor (they get that from me, really, it's all my own fault...)
ReplyDeleteI gotta admit, I found Henry's answer very amusing...