
Sometimes I think my children are a little different than other peoples’ children.
Jake went to a birthday party.
One activity was decorating a tee-shirt.
All the other kids decorated their shirts with Red Sox players’ names and numbers.
Not my boy!
He drew a picture of himself farting and some dead guy lying on the ground behind him.
I assume he was farted to death.
The title was “I’m fart baster.”
Fart baster is a super hero.
Maybe not in your family, but apparently he is in ours.
On the back of the shirt is the word Bye! with lighting coming down.
I told Jake that baster

was a word (?) that sounded similar to a swear word.
So, he changed it to blaster.
But . . . I’m not sure that was an improvement.
All I can say was that it was another proud moment for me as a mother.
1 comment:
Atleast Will likes it!
-Bri
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