Elephant Gas

In order to appreciate this story, you should probably be familiar with the cover of the book "The Gas We Pass: The Story of Farts" by Shinta Cho.





So here it is:

I walked into Daughter's room and she was on the bed on her back with her eyes closed and tongue sticking out. Something like this:

And she said, "I died because I smelled the back of the elephant."

This is a GOOD one I forgot

In the Magic Kingdom...

FOUR-YEAR-OLD DAUGHTER: Look Mom! Elephant topiaries!

MOM: Yeah!...Wait, did you say "topiaries?"

DAUGHTER: Elephant topiaries!

MOM: How do you know what topiaries are?

DAUGHTER: Mae-mae and I buy them on FarmVille.

And you thought Social Networking couldn't be educational!
[By the way, Blogger spellcheck didn't like "topiaries" OR "FarmVille"]

Four-Year-Old at the Dentist

In the dentist's chair...

DAUGHTER: You can stop now!

DENTIST: I can stop as soon as we're finished.

DAUGHTER: Are you finished now?

Meanwhile, Mom & Hygienists try not to laugh.