My poor little imp gave me another job to do tonight: throwing away all of the bath toys and cleaning the tub. He learned, the hard way, that you never trust a fart when your tummy hurts. Poor little guy. Freaked him right out, and when I got in there, he was shivering outside of the tub, pointing, and asked me to pull the plug for him. Big fat tears rolling down his face. It took me a few minutes to convince him that it was an accident, and I wasn't mad at him, no matter how gross it was (and he was gagging).
I love my kids, but I'm very thankful that I have a very strong stomach.
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