Happiness is...
...being three-years-old and enjoying the endless comedic affect of a Whoopee Cushion.
Egan will walk around the house, puffing his slobbery breath into said cushion, then squeeze out the air close to your unsuspecting bum saying, "Mom, you have gas."
His own greatest audience, he laughs hysterically as he continues the process only to sit on the cushion himself in the middle of the kitchen floor, stating through belly-laughing hilarity, "I have gas."
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oh that egster. he is such a hoot. love'em!
Liam loves the whoopee, too! we came across one at fiore's this weekend that actually inflated itself after you used it, which would be nice to get my hands on...Liam has mastered the squeezing of the cushion, but not the blowing up. Which is really annoying when you are trying to load the dishwasher.
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