“Ice cream makes dogs fart,” I told the little boy offering his ice-cream cone to my dog.
Zilly and I were minding our own business, waiting for a friend at the park, when we were suddenly swarmed by ice-cream-eating 5-year-olds.
At the word “fart,” the little kids erupted in a group belly laugh. Nothing funnier than talking about farts when you’re 5.
The little boy then turned to his adults. “Ice cream makes dogs fart,” he informed them solemnly.
There was a moment of appalled silence. “Jimmy!” his mom exclaimed. “We don’t talk …”
And I realized I was going to have to take responsibility for the fart talk…
(Read the rest of the story at The Seattle Times.)