I believe I have mentioned in the past that my daughter has a trait that is not exactly socially friendly. She is quite gaseous. Since breaking wind is still very funny to a 7 year old, we are treated to her gastrointestinal feats of wonder on a regular basis even though we admonish her to control it if possible.
Last night Molly provided what can only be described as an explosive example of this condition. I responded with a very stern "MOLLY!!" Once she stopped laughing, she said "Dad, I can't help it. It's my instinct."
Only problem is that when Molly said that last word, she left off the "t" at the end. She was quite right. It is her "instink."
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