So, I am having a drink to chase away the blues and dinner is served. Little Kym is sitting on one end of the dining table, and I, on another. I am just about to sit when I realise that I left my drink at the bar. So, I quickly stand up from the half-seated position and go towards the drink.
Kymaia looks at me and in her most innocent voice with those eyes, she asks me, ‘Mr. Baba, did you just sit on a fart toy?’ ‘Huh?’ ‘You know, one of those balloon-like things that make a farting sound when you keep them on someone’s chair?’ ‘I know what that is.’ I started laughing, forgetting my woes, my problems, and my stress.
Maybe instead of that drink, I should just invest in a fart toy that my kid can prank me with. Far more endorphins are available in laughter than in alcohol.
