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Conversation With My Five Year Old

Monday, March 10, 2008

Tonight at dinner... out of nowhere... leaning on his elbow on the table... our youngest son, Jacob, said "Dad, I have bad news. I can't fart. I have a clog in my bum."

Priceless.

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  1. Blogger Shan said:

    Oh that's funny. I have a five year old... girl.. who's all about the farts. Apparently she has the self appointed position of keeping track of who, what, where and when.

  1. Anonymous Mike said:

    Man I hate it when that happens.

    (btw, I thought you should know that the word verification code that came up with this comment is ptgcrap. I'm just sayin'...)

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