He did it to Himself
My husband has been gone since Thursday morning. He walks in this evening from his trip and Son#3 greets him at the door with a big hug. My husband scoops him up, my son squeezes him and says, "Daddy, I have something important to tell you. The fart machine isn't working anymore". Buwaahhahahahah! That was his greeting.
So my husband says to him, "Let me take a look" and then answers, "Don't worry, it just needs new batteries."
Needs new batteries?! I was wondering why I was no longer hearing the sounds of electronic farts emanating from every corner of my house, in my car, in my sleep. The batteries had died. Do you realize how much they must've played with that thing for it to quit working? The ONLY place they did not play with it was in school. Otherwise, it was perpetually ON.
Guess what I'm in for this week? Every time they get in the car from school I'll hear, "Mom, Mom, Mom, Mom, did you get new batteries for our Fart Machine today? Hunh? Didya, Mom? Hunh, Didya? "
Like that should be my #1 priority in life... keeping their fart machine stocked in batteries.
posted by Bou | 8:48 PM
9 Comments:
Bou, are you telling me your #1 Son has not figured out that you probably have batteries left in your hurricane stash? I would consider yourself lucky. Huge GRIN.
I was thinking the same thing Bug.
Yeah Bou, you're gonna have to just bite the bullet quickly on this one. The good news is maybe they'll get tired of it soon if they just over play it! (wishful thinking, I'm sure, but it's all I got)
What's a fart machine?
That's normal. In fact I'm surprised you did not run out and grab new batteries as soon as you heard they where dead! For shame!
What Contagion said! Shame on you for not making batteries for the Flatulence Flinger priority number one! I would have thought that keeping your "Men" happy would mean more to you. I don't even know who you ARE anymore! ;^)
Seriously though. I don't blame you a bit for dragging your feet (if indeed you are). I think that after the first five or six days even "I" would get tired of the fart box.
Johnny - Oh
Closet Extremist
With that many males in your household, who needs a fart machine!
We're using the same template.
Stu- It's remote controlled and makes fart noises. If you click on the link, there is my post on when he bought it. At the bottom is a link to what it is... it takes you to a page with it on there.
Norma- I stopped by your place! I took the test and ended up Progressive Girl. Hmm. It pretty much nailed me except the part about my ever starting a sentence with "Susan Sarandon says... " Blech!
Oh and for he rest of you... the remote doesn't take Hurricane batteries! It takes ittie bittie batteries...
Bou,
Now I am going to have to kill you.
My husband somehow made his way from my site to yours. And came across this post with the LINK to the fart machine. Ya had to include the link, didn't ya??
Now, he showed it to the kids and they are begging me for a fart machine of their very own.
Anita
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