For Taylor's birthday this year, Poppy and Lovie bought her a nifty little play tent that she still likes to drag out from under her bed on occasion. What makes this great is that she has recently decided that Jody is her newest and most favorite playmate. "Daddy! Sit in tent!" And like any good Daddy, Jody always obliges her, no matter how ridiculous her request.
One night last week, our little Munkie had a serious case of gas though. Unfortunately for us, she has inherited her Papa Val's gastric abilities and can run you out of a room in New York minute. So, what's a farty preschooler to do? You guessed it, drag her poor Daddy into a small confined area to "share the love."
The tent is so small there's barely room for Jody in there at all, lol! I had to lift the tent over them after he sat down.
He was a little disheartened at the prospect of entering what he dubbed "The Hookah Hut" considering the smog that was already thick in her room, but he powered thru nicely.
Aaah! Fresh air!
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