Monday, November 10, 2008
What a gas
I'm a gassy little thing and can really toot up a storm once I get going. But of course timing is everything, and mine is exquisite. Last night, for example, Mommy was doing prayers with me and I let one rip right in the middle of the 23rd Psalm. Mommy was scandalized, but I'm sure God understands. When the pressure's on, a baby's gotta do what a baby's gotta do!
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Naomi, I'm sure your toots are stinky, yet precious
Stinky? Stinky?!? My emissions have the essence of rose petals, I assure you!
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