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Zany S

17 Nov

I’ve written in this blog before about S’s zany antics. There’s her superhuman abilities to guess what people’s stories are, her ability to change a conversation mid-way through a sentence and we all know how she likes to grocery shop when she’s hungry.

This weekend, the zaniness played on. First, there was the farting in front of guests. “Did you fart earlier?” I whispered to her in the kitchen while we tidied up after dinner.

“Yes!” she exclaimed and immediately began laughing. I couldn’t help it, her laugh was infectious and I too began laughing. There we were, two grown women giggling to ourselves in our kitchen over farts.

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