I farted yesterday.

It was kind of a funny squeak.

H, you heard it.

And when you did, you looked at me like I had said something profane.

You asked:

Was that a cat?

I said “No. Sorry I tooted.”

To which you said that it sounded like a “MEOW.”

Oh my goodness we both got to laughing so hard.

I just love laughing with you.

I love you.

-Dad