Kid and I are having the gourmet version of beans and weenies for dinner (i/e New Orleans style black beans and rice with bratwurst cut up into it) when my rotten child decides to announce "Man, I don't want to smell my farts in the morning!"
Yes he is a teenager. This is proof.
Well this and the nasty B.O. that no deodorant can tackle.
How long till college? 5 more years? My sensitive nasal cavities cannot take this.
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