Driving home from Kaysville one night, after passing Bountiful (and the 'fire' from whatever plants those are just to the side of the freeway)
M: "Ew, what's that smell?" (jokingly)
O: "I think DeeAnn farted!"
D: "Nooo!" (a little angry at the accusation)
M: "No, it wasn't DeeAnn, it's the fire we just saw."
O: "Oh, I think the fire farted!"
The whole backseat erupts in laughter.
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