“Hold it right there, Dead Head!”
I stopped off at my sister’s place this weekend and got to hang out with my 4 1/2 year old nephew. He’d called me a week before and yelled at me for not being at his house, so I figured I was due for a visit.
As an aside, he’s such a little mush. When he came home he gave me a big hug and told me he missed me. Adorable.
Anyway, we’re on the couch hanging out and he starts dropping silent but deadly farts every few minutes. I call him out on it, then he says “excuse me” and kinda giggles. With each sucessive fart my reaction becomes more dramatic and grandiose. He loves it.
Then, the tables turn. I feel a good one bubbling up myself, so I call him over to me, give him a bear hug and then drop a bomb. He smells it, immediately freaks out and runs away laughing.
I’m totally a grown up.