Ok, so last night I’m sitting in Boo’s room in the rocking chair and we’re looking at and talking about his Thomas and Friends poster for the 20 trillionth time. (He likes to name all the engines. Percy’s his favorite.) I farted. He stopped and looked right at me and said, “Whoa! Wassat noise?”
Not two minutes later he burped and blamed it on the train! He said, “uh-oh, Percy!”
I think I have my work cut out for me.
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