We're watching TV, my mom, Froglet, Tadpole and I.
All of a sudden, Tadpole farts. It isn't loud by any means, but it's the special missile fart: the one that smells fit to start a civil war.
Mom: Ew!
Froglet: Ew!
Me: Ew! Tadpole, what do you say?
Tadpole *looks around her, then sniffs*: Ew!
Froglet *reasonable voice*: No, Tadpole: we say ew. You say sorry.
That's my Froglet, who once farted in front of the neighbours, back in France, and while we were all politely pretending we hadn't heard anything, loudly exclaimed: "Oh! Pet!" (Oh! Fart!) to make sure everyone had noticed.
I am seeing progress here. Of some kind. Er.
Maybe.
All of a sudden, Tadpole farts. It isn't loud by any means, but it's the special missile fart: the one that smells fit to start a civil war.
Mom: Ew!
Froglet: Ew!
Me: Ew! Tadpole, what do you say?
Tadpole *looks around her, then sniffs*: Ew!
Froglet *reasonable voice*: No, Tadpole: we say ew. You say sorry.
That's my Froglet, who once farted in front of the neighbours, back in France, and while we were all politely pretending we hadn't heard anything, loudly exclaimed: "Oh! Pet!" (Oh! Fart!) to make sure everyone had noticed.
I am seeing progress here. Of some kind. Er.
Maybe.
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Date: 2004-09-02 02:56 am (UTC)You cannot post these things so i will read them late at night, now i will NEVER go to sleep.
(btw, those farts are the worst)
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Date: 2004-09-02 04:13 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-02 02:13 pm (UTC)http://www.livejournal.com/users/carebearssparky/29885.html#cutid1
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Date: 2004-09-02 04:14 pm (UTC)