My new motto is...you can't fight 'em so find the humor and share it!
Early this morning Will had to have an upper g. i.
It wasn't too bad but he didn't enjoy
the two glasses of barium
or "pop rock stuff".
We were driving home, his stomach killing him, telling us about
how "gross" (read cool) it was to see the inside of him and how weird it was/is to feel it moving through him.
Zac said something about farting.
To which Will replied: "I can't fart."
Yup, I fell for it...
"Why?", I ask
....wait for it....
"'cause I got junk in my trunk."
boys...ya just never know what's gonna come out.
(I so had to say it...forgive me)