Nariah and I are both lactose intolerant and have a history of gas wars with each other. Just a lil preface, lol.
So I’ve just picked up Nariah from school and we were on our way to swimming class.
“Daddy… Mommy says I can’t crack my knuckles anymore. She says its bad. Sigh”
“Well… I did ask the doctor about cracking knuckles and necks and whatnot. He explained to me that you have these sacs in between your bones where the joints are, and when you ‘crack’ your knuckles, you’re essentially bursting those sacs which releases gas. And that gas release is the sound you hear. Kinda like bubble wrap we like to pop together? He said I didn’t have anything to worry about.”
“Ooooooh, cool!”
A few moments of silence…
“Excuse me daddy, I just released some gas!”
“Oh no! Gotta roll down the windows! Let it out!!! GET IT OUT!!! Hold your breath!” as I start rolling down the window letting in the cold fall air.
“Daddy…. No. I meant my knuckle gas….”
“Oh….”
LOL
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