It wasn’t me!

That moment when you’re in a quiet public place and your child releases a bomb of pure LOUD raw evil gas, nearly setting the fire alarms off, then looks at you and says “oh my gosh mom!”, making anyone around you believe it is your fault their nose hairs are singed, their eyes are watering and their innocence is forever gone.  

If you are reading this, it wasn’t me!

The poison had just wafted from the room, when the other child took their shoes off… 

For the love of all that is good and Holy!



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