It was Mommy

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 As Logged By:


Agent West


Daddy thinks I tooted

And usually he'd be right.

But this baby's butt has disputed

Such a stinky fright.


Does Mommy think she'll win

At turning the blame onto me?

Watch this diabolical dude pin

Her in the act.  Hehe!


"Yuck, West.  That toot stinks beyond belief.  Even for you!"

"What do you have to say for yourself, little man?"

I'd say that your cheeks are burning awfully red, Mommy.  Red with complete and utter guilt!

How dare Daddy assume I produced that toot!?  Yes, it is a mighty stinker.  Well done, Mommy.  But it was as silent as could be!  Does Daddy really think I would dare produce a stink without a trumpet's blast to announce my victory?

Eww!

Here comes another one.  Straight from Mommy's patootie.

"This one stinks even worse!  That's it."  Daddy waves his hand frantically in front of his nose, completely oblivious of Mommy's reddening cheeks.  "You make a stink like that again and it's prune juice for you.  Then a bath."

WHAT!?

Okay, no more taking the blame for this adorable guy.  If Mommy won't confess, then this diabolical dude will have to squeeze it out of her.

Phew!

If she has any toots left.  Oh, man!  Even I need to walk away from that one.

"That's it!"  Daddy wails with a pinched nose.  "Prune juice and a bath."

I stop myself from sliding off of Mommy's lap.  Oh, no you don't.  I'll pay the prune juice price if I'm guilty, but I won't be falsely accused.  Not even by Mommy.

Get ready to play musical chairs, Mommy.  

TICKLE FIGHT!

"AH!  West!  That tickles!  Stop!"  Mommy squeals and squirms and tries to pull me away.

But this diabolical dude has decided to go beyond abominable.

First to the sides where I attack her rib cage, then to the armpits.  I'm crawling everywhere and tickling her like crazy as I go.  No mercy!  Take that, right behind the knees!

Mommy's laughing and screaming, but she still hasn't tooted.  With no other choice I must move to...

The bottoms of her feet!

"West, NO!"

PHWEUTTTTTT!!!!!!!

The room goes silent.  Daddy's eyes bug out of his head.

"Honey, was that you?"


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