My toddler and I came up with our own made-up gathering word, called a “Farty.” It’s like a party. Food, beverages, and gifts are not required, but you must gather people, that owe you a courtesy sniff, into a room to smell your rip.
When you’re 3yo and you like ridiculous things, it’s hilarious. Mom doesn’t appreciate our genius.
Sadly no. She does not find that funny and don’t want to deal with the repercussions of a farty… that being said, she likes baseball. I had to explain the hilarity of a pitcher, she liked, nameD Derek Holland AKA “The Dutch Oven”