I live with a bunch of boys. A bunch of boys who burp, scratch and fart. Those farts, still make me laugh. The big, juicy good ones are the best. I'm thirty. But, I'm a mom to boys. They are gross. They are icky. But, I wouldn't have it any other way.
Mommy doesn't fart. She quacks. Betcha didn't know that did you. I figured a little TMI would be good for you on a Tuesday morning.
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