A tale on my daughter when she was very young.
One July 4th we were at the fireworks and she was snuggled on my lap (it gets cold in the evening in the Adirondacks). Periodically she got up and moved about ten feet from me and stood for a few moments before coming back to my lap.

"What are you doing?" I whispered to her.

"I had to fart, Daddy."

Somehow these words coming from an angelic little blonde struck me as the funniest thing ever. For months after I referred to her as "Rumble-Butt".
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 17 Apr 2008, 17:36, 2 replies)

Considering she is a mini you...
One can only assume she gets her rumble-butt from you also.
( girlinthehole, Thu 17 Apr 2008, 17:54, closed)

I can't deny it.
Although my greatest fart-related joy comes from blasting the Jack Russell terrorist when she's snuggled up against my arse under the covers...
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 17 Apr 2008, 18:30, closed)