Baby Toots

There is a scene from the most beloved Southern novel, 
Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood, 
where the narrator suggests to the reader 
that if you know something funnier than pootin,
 to please let her know.

My sister, bless her, lives by the moto that she too, 
knows of nothing funnier than farts. 
She has always loved her some potty humor.

She can giggle and laugh in the most inconvenient of circumstances 
if there is a toot involved. 
Especially her own.

It can be embarrassing. 

But, that folks, is humor at it's finest.

Joking about farting,

it's pretty hilarious.

But in real life, 

eh... not so much.

You won't catch me letting one rip. I'm not that cool.

The idea of breathing in someone else's poop particles 
(because that's what a fart is)

is rather gross to me.

But there's a new cowboy in town.

One who cares nothing 

for rules of etiquette

and who works toots out

without a care in the world.

With impeccable timing to boot!

And Lance & I, ashamedly, find it completely hysterical.

Hoping everyone is kicking off December right!

Love, Carmen