Coming to My Senses.

When I was little, I loved me some potty humor.

In fact, so much so 
that I named my hamster "Toot"
when I was three years old.

I still giggle when I think about it.

That, my friends, is humor at it's finest.

Joking about farting, peeing, burping...
it's all pretty hilarious.

But in real life, 
eh... not so much.

I know a lot of couples think farting around each other is funny...
but I'm not that cool.

The concept of breathing in someone else's poop particles 
is rather alarming to me
and turns me into a bit of a nose-up prude.

But there's a new sheriff in town.

One who cares nothing 
for my rules and environmental preferences
and who works them out
without a care in the world.

And I, ashamedly, find it completely hilarious.

Yes, this was an entire blog
centered on baby farts.

We can go back to talking about
other important topics like Mediterranean beaches,
 cute summer sandals & fancy cakes tomorrow.

*all images original to Aspiring Kennedy

Posted on April 10, 2013 and filed under "babies", "life", "viola".