It is clearly evident (notice the whoopie cushion that Dexter is holding), that Nicholas and Dexter are my sons.  Tooting, farting, letting go of some gas, whatever you want to call it, they delight in it.  You see, I grew up in a house with a father and brother, both of who were not shy in passing their gas for others to smell.  Anyway, for Nic and Dex’s birthday, their Uncle Ryan bought them a Whoopie Cushion.  Ryan is known for giving gifts that may not be child appropriate and yet, the boys can’t get enough of those gifts.  Ryan blew up the Whoopie Cushion and sat on it.  Oh, you should have heard the shrieks of laughter.  The laughter died when Ryan sat on the cushion and popped it.  Oops.

Anyway, in early July, Malin’s mom Helen and her boyfriend Peter came out to visit.  They bought each boy a Whoopie Cushion.  We had a good 15 minute run of nothing but fart sounds and laughter.  Here are the photos from that day.  Nicholas and Dexter had Malin and Catrin refilling the cushions over and over again with hot air. 

You can see Nicholas is carefully placing the cushion in just the right spot for Dexter’s bottom.  Such a bonding experience.

And after an unsuccessful out-gassing, Nicholas finds the most appropriate angle to inspect the results.

Just to clarify, Malin was not on duty for this, nor was Catrin – their Whoopie cushion inflation was purely pro-bono work. 

And then for some reason, Dexter thinks that putting the Whoopie cushion on Catrin and then sitting on it is the key to her heart.  She does have a boyfriend, Dex, though as she pointed out, he’s not here.

We’re now on our 4th and 5th whoopie cushions, and have progressed to whoopie-cushion bear-hugs.  I’m almost afraid to learn what the boys will think up next.

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