Bedtime for Bonzo
Mar 25th, 2009 by daddydaddy
Sometimes you just curl up and go to sleep. And sometimes you get the third degree. Tonight, I was asked the following before shutting down the operation and demanding silence:
Dad? Why do I fart?
What makes the fart come out?
Are there hands in my butt that push my poop out, or is it muscles?
Why do they call it a play date? I’m not dating teenagers, I’m just playing. Maybe if I ate a date, then I would get toys to play with.
If I ate a lot of dates, could I go to Target?
If we went to Target, would you spend $20 on a special Pokemon pack?
No? Would you spend $16?
How about $10? Would you spend $10???
Hmmm…you could probably have tied the “eating dates” idea to the farts in some way, as one tends to lead to more of the other.
Farts are great entertainment in our house. The kids let us know about EVERY fart that is produced.