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Friday, December 11, 2009

Let Her Rip.

Grandma unknowingly and quite hilariously found the "fart machine" that we gave Grandpa. We had given it to him right after his surgery in case he had trouble talking... he could still give the nurses a hard time... in true Grandpa Fashion.

She was trying to take a closer look at the temperature, and accidentally rest her hand on it... and RIIIIIIIIIP!! She spun around and just looked at us, FROZEN. Like, "What just happened?" And Troyt looked around because he thought someone in the room had ACTUALLY let one rip... and then the whole room burst out into laughter.

And then Grandma said "Well, Grandpa had some sounds of his own." And then she just kept pressing all the different fart noises and saying, "Oh. Hm." afterwards, which only made the laughter increase. It was classic.

Grandpa is even passing gas down from above. Who knew.

Peace. Love. Fiddle.
~natalie

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