Evan and I went out to dinner early this evening. We went to Spark Restaurant Lounge, and spent far more than we should, but it was marvelous. I love the food there. It also helped that we had a 40% off coupon (yay!).
When we got home we spent some time playing with the kids on the floor... mainly because sitting in chairs was painful on our stomachs. Oliver exhibited his rugby scrum moves, and toddled around cackling. Lena giggled and told us how much she missed us while we were gone. Then this happened:
Evan: Hey, Lena. Shhhhhhhhhh....
[farts really loudly]
Lena: Hahahahahahaha!
[Oliver laughs because everyone else is laughing]
Lena: Hey, Daddy. Shhhhhhhhhh.....
POOP!
At which point Evan and I rolled on the floor laughing. Laughing so hard that I thought I was going to puke up those 4 courses I just ate at the fancy restaurant. Laughing so hard that Lena started laughing hysterically at us. Laughing so hard that Oliver wandered over and sycophantically upped the volume of his laughter.
"Pooooooop! Hahahahahahahahahahaha! Poooooooooooop!"
So much for the spiritual message...
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