God's home movies

This morning, I asked Ryan to clean up the scrambled eggs that fell on his chair.  Evan suggested that he do so by licking it like a dog.  ("It's more fun that way!") This led to a discussion of whether fart molecules can penetrate wood.

Sometimes, I think God must pop in an old tape of 13-year-old Amy, daydreaming about her future adult life which probably varied, but never ever (ever) involved 4 boys and a toilet-humor-loving spouse.  And then God laughs and laughs, like he's watching Frasier.

Comments

[suzee]

More likely he laughed and laughed when you were 13. Now you've got what you didn't know you wanted, and it is good. :-)

[Fart molecules definitely penetrate wood. I'm sure I read it somewhere. I'm surprised Evan wasn't clear on that.]

[stefaneener]

Sounds as though it's time for a nice long cup of tea. . .

Or a bubble bath. Then they can come in and make jacuzzi fart jokes.