When I was little my brother (the younger of the two) would torture me with his flatulence. To tick me off, he would fart on my pillow right before bed time or grab the cat and fart on its head. As much as I hated it, I couldn't help but crack up with gut bubbling laughter when he did it. Why? Because farting is always funny, at least for me. How do you think I survived teaching middle school for six years?
Today, I saw history, my family history, repeat itself. I was getting Liam and Marlo ready for their bath and Liam was messing around. He bent over and put his (thankfully underwear covered tush) in Marlo's face and announced: "1, 2, 3 4, 5 fart! I put farty poop on her!" And he ripped a big one, right in her face. I had to turn around and hide my laughter. I couldn't help it! Farting is always funny! Once I composed myself, I gave him a little lecture about potty talk, the grossness of his actions, and made him apologize. But all the while he had a grin on his face - he knew it was funny. And he knew that tonight was the first of many sibling fart tortures.
That is hilarious.
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