This morning while my girls 6YO Avant Garde Gal (AGG) and 4YO Dauntless Daughter (DD) were eating cereal, I was reheating some of the delicious food from an International potluck last night.
While the microwave was still heating my breakfast, I tooted.
AGG: *excitedly looking around* Is Daddy here?
QS: No, why?
AGG: I heard a fart. It sounded just Daddy's fart. I thought he was here.
QS: hahahahahah No, he's not here.
AGG: Your fart sounded just like Daddy's.
Apparently, my intestines are pretty good at impersonation.
ps. Posting may be light this summer... because... we're playing, and tooting.
pps. It wasn't stinky. I know you were wondering.