Pull My Finger

Trying to satisfactorily fulfill my duties as a father, today I introduced Troy to the “pull my finger” gag. It was just him and me in the room, playing, so I held out my finger and told him to pull it. With the gullibility of an almost three-year old, he did. And I tooted…loudly. He immediately erupted into a fit of laughter, which made me laugh too. Then, he stopped laughing, and gasped. “Uck, dada! That really stinks!” “It really does,” I replied, suddenly become nauseous as the wave of putrid odor washed over us. We both decided that it would be best to vacate his room and leave his stuffed animals to fend for themselves.