I love lying in bed with Paul and Annie at my sides. Especially in the summer with the windows open and a breeze blowing in. Sometimes, it's the only way to handle Paul being close to us. As he's gotten older (he's 9 now), Paul has developed a gas problem.
The Hubbs calls them "silent assassins" because somehow, when he lets one loose, we don't hear them until it's too late.
Typically, it goes something like this: we're lying in bed watching TV, and I suddenly smell "it." I turn and look at the Hubbs, "Did you just let one loose?"
"No. Why?"
"Give it a minute."
Five seconds later, "Oh! Woah! Dude!"
I start to chuckle at this point, because I'm no longer the only one who is dealing with this joy. And then we both burst out laughing. Paul usually pops his head up at this moment and smiles at us as if to say, "Hey, what's so funny?" I lean over out of bed and start petting him until he settles back down to his bed next to my side of the bed
The Hubbs calls them "silent assassins" because somehow, when he lets one loose, we don't hear them until it's too late.
Typically, it goes something like this: we're lying in bed watching TV, and I suddenly smell "it." I turn and look at the Hubbs, "Did you just let one loose?"
"No. Why?"
"Give it a minute."
Five seconds later, "Oh! Woah! Dude!"
I start to chuckle at this point, because I'm no longer the only one who is dealing with this joy. And then we both burst out laughing. Paul usually pops his head up at this moment and smiles at us as if to say, "Hey, what's so funny?" I lean over out of bed and start petting him until he settles back down to his bed next to my side of the bed
HAHA - too funny!
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