Posted by: Mama Bear | March 25, 2008

Hope your Easter was a gas…

This is the coveted fart machine, which was brought a day late by the Easter Bunny (darned ebay sellers). Logan’s so proud of this gadget that he’s got it in the bed next to him tonight. Earlier, he gave Grandma an over-the-phone demonstration of the various toots it produces. Somehow, I doubt he convinced her to rush out and get one for herself.

For my dad, holidays offer a chance for some quality time with his granddogs. And the fun doesn’t have to stop there; hospital waiting rooms are ripe with possibilities for family bonding while waiting for the doc to sew up those nasty dog bites. Especially if we bring the fart machine along!

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  1. I can’t believe you bought your son a fart machine! Juan’s birthday is coming up and he better not unwrap one of his own. What exactly is your father doing?


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