I went out to eat with my brother, little sister, and dad for my little sister’s last day of her first year of school. A woman at the school my dad teaches music at asked if he has a fart song. Farting is a big problem in the classroom. We started working on it and I think there is definite promise: It has to have tuba in it. Ice cream followed dinner, dad’s treat. We went to my sister’s dorm to go through the pile of things people were leaving behind. I grossed out my dad by grabbing a used mouth wash bottle.
Dad “Aren’t you worried about germs?”
Me “No,, See,,, right there it says, Kills germs.”