Anyone who knows me understands the fact that bathroom humor is not funny to me. Nothing about the bathroom is remotely amusing--just ask Hope. She can tell you. However, this is funny, so even though it is slightly bathroom-esque, I will share.
I was walking down the hall when I heard what I thought was the unmistakable sound of a whoopie cushion. I stopped, stood there for a couple seconds, then slowly backed up until I was looking into the bathroom. Isabelle, sitting, looked up at me with a dismissive smile. Then she shrugged her shoulders, giggled, and said, "Sorry Mom. It was just my exhaust".
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