Thanks to that lovely fart gun that Tristan got for Christmas, things like this are heard throughout our house all day long:
Loud, long and wet sounding farts... did I mention...all day long.
A lot of Peeewwws! Followed but uncontrollable giggling.
Mom, Mom don't look I am just hiding this fart gun behind you. Followed by loud, long and wet sounding farts. Followed by Peeewww Mom. Followed by giggling.
Then there are the things that the lovely fart gun have given me the opportunity to say:
Tristan, please stop sounding that fart gun so close to Mya's head.
Shayla and Tristan please share the fart gun.
Okay, who left the fart gun right there?
Can someone please put this fart gun away in the fart gun storage area.
No, I don't know where there fart gun is.
Stop fighting over the fart gun. Just give your Dad a turn, okay!