Tonight I was working in the kitchen and Ella was leaned up against the kitchen cabinets. She looked all sweet and innocent in her pink princess pajamas. "Sugar and spice and everything nice...."
While grinning from ear to ear, she lifts her leg and lets one rip. I don't mean a little toot...I'm talking a fart to mimic a sonic boom or my husband after a night of drinking beer and eating Mexican. I'm talking FART...big, bad, stinky fart.
I turn around and say "Ella, what… Continue