I was laying in bed, it's late, maybe 2am. I had just fed Max and got him to sleep in his cradle. John was snoring in bed next to me. He farts. Then I heard a loud fart coming from the cradle on the other side of me. Max farted. Then next to me John farts again. Then a loud rumble from the cradle again! I'm caught in the crossfire of a Dillier sleeping fart war! I'm sure if Alex had been in the room I'd have heard his butt chime in as well.
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July 15, 2008
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Be afraid, very afraid...it happens slowly then the next thing you know...there are 3 Dillier-boy-butts...butting into you...
I really feel bad for you. Good luck and I hope you can survive!
Posted by: Grandma Jen aka mrsjwd9 | July 15, 2008 at 12:47 PM
Oh my hell! That is so stinking funny!
Posted by: Lauri | July 15, 2008 at 04:38 PM