Tonite, Tracy passed gas, i.e. he “pooted.” It was dreadful and I went on and on about how dreadful it was. Davis then “pooted” and wanted to know if his was just as bad. I told him that he and his daddy had the worst poots ever. Davis looked at his daddy and said, “Yay, Daddy, we’re a team,” then raised his hand for a high five.

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