Monday, January 23, 2012

Buddy farts like a mule-

I let Buddy sleep by my bed. By my head. Little boy has big man gas. Bad gas.
One of the first nights with me, I was awakened out of a deep sleep by something that can be best described as burnt cheerios rising.  Buddy gets that look- but we all know it is him. I wish I could say his breath was a lot better.....


(Whoops. That might have been me. - Buddy)

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