Punkin: Escuse me. This faywee just tooted.
(cue hysterical laughter from Shortcake)
The Mrs.: That's gross, Punkin.
Punkin: Don't wuhwee about it, mommy. It was just faywee dust out of my butt.
(cue hysterical laughter from The Mrs.)
One might not expect two young ladies as lovely and delicate as these beautiful children to find flatulence as humorous, but alas you would be wrong. Farting in any shape or form is downright hilarious especially if delivered with classic comedic timing.~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Scene: Sunday afternoon, at the Spencer's located in Louis-Joliet mall. I have just purchased another critical piece of my Halloween costume as Munchkin steps up to the register to purchase hers.
Saleslady: Now, these items can not be returned.
Munchkin: That's okay. I'm pretty sure there's no return policy on my dignity either.
(cue hysterical laughter from The Mrs. again)