We three were standing around the mixer (Baby on a chair), riveted in groupthink by the bread hook. I smelled poo poo.
Me: “Oh, did you go poo poo?”
Baby: “No!”
Me: “I smell poo poo! Did you make some poo poo?”
Baby: “No!”
Me: “Let me check. I’m pretty sure you went poo poo…hm, no poo poo. Well, something smells horrible.”
Husband: “Honey, I farted.”
14 April 2008 at 1:25 pm
Let me tell you, my hubby is thrilled to have two more innocent victims to blame his gas on. Before the twins arrived the dogs took the brunt of the blame, but now not only can he accuse the babies of being the stinky ones, he’s even been known to blame the diaper pail. How handy for him!
14 April 2008 at 3:40 pm
Bwahahahaha!
14 April 2008 at 3:49 pm
Heh. That happens at our house a lot.
15 April 2008 at 12:55 pm
You’re funny! My husband has the loudest farts. I always know it was him.
17 April 2008 at 2:55 pm
Yep i can understand this one!