I don't know why I do that or how to stop it. I know everybody stops what they're doing, cover their faces, and moan and wave their other arm. Then Mom or Dad make me go outside. Why? I'm done. I already farted.
What's the big deal? I know for a fact Dad farts. Sometimes it tastes like chicken. I heard Mom and the girl fart before. The boy, I never really heard him fart. But I never really see him eat either, just toast and juice.
I wish they'd quit making me crazy about this. I'm lying on the floor minding my own business and it just happens. I feel bad. Just a little. For about 30 seconds.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
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