This morning we were in a bit of a rush. The little girls went to daycare in their pajamas (again). As I was trying to get out the door, I told Lizzy I had to go because Donna Hardt (Lizzy's favorite photographer) was waiting for me. I asked her if she had a message for Donna. Lizzy just smiled, lifted her leg, and ripped a big fart.
I gave Donna the message, but not really with the same effect as Lizzy would have had, or the same odor either!
Later tonight, we were telling Brad the story. Lizzy started laughing, put her hand to her forehead and giggled "what was I thinking?"
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