It was Saturday afternoon. They boys were hanging out on the couch playing Xbox. Barney, the family dog, was snuggled up to David.
“Aw! Barney! That stinks! And you did it right in my face!” David jumped up off the couch and ran to the other side of the room.
Poor Barney. He’s had a rough go of it the last couple weeks. At his annual check-up, the vet informed us that he’s 10 pounds overweight. Barney likes his kibble just a bit too much. So he’s been eating diet dog food. This new, lighter blend gives him a little gas, and we’ve all found ourselves on the wrong end of him at the wrong time.
Wade thought David’s predicament was hilarious and rolled with laughter on the other end of the couch where he was up wind of Barney’s silent, deadly fumes. “You were fardered! Barney fardered you!”
“He what?” I asked.
“It smells so bad it killed David. Farted and murdered. Fardered! Ha, ha, ha….”
Thanks to Wade, we have a new word in our house.
