Coming to My Senses.

When I was little, I loved me some potty humor.

In fact, so much so 

that I named my hamster "Toot"

when I was three years old.

I still giggle when I think about it.

That, my friends, is humor at it's finest.

Joking about farting, peeing, burping...

it's all pretty hilarious.

But in real life, 

eh... not so much.

I know a lot of couples think farting around each other is funny...

but I'm not that cool.

The concept of breathing in someone else's poop particles 

is rather alarming to me

and turns me into a bit of a nose-up prude.

But there's a new sheriff in town.

One who cares nothing 

for my rules and environmental preferences

and who works them out

without a care in the world.

And I, ashamedly, find it completely hilarious.

Yes, this was an entire blog

centered on baby farts.

We can go back to talking about

other important topics like Mediterranean beaches,

 cute summer sandals & fancy cakes tomorrow.

*all images original to Aspiring Kennedy