Flatulate propulsion. It’s a real thing.


jwb yellThe other night at Ikea, we couldn’t get Jack to stop running around the store. He was all wound up and couldn’t seem to control himself.

Extremely frustrated, I yelled at him to cut it out. He finally stopped, but then explained,

“Mom, I can’t help it. Besides I wasn’t really running. My fart propelled me down the aisle.”

I knew I smelled something.

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