Potty humor

I'm sure she'll kill me for this when she's sixteen and some young man who has taken a fancy to her finds this buried somewhere in the cob-webbed crates of the internet's archives. Que sera, sera.

During our youngest son's 14th birthday dinner at The Texas Roadhouse, my youngest daughter announced her need to utilize the facilities. She is a petite and demure four-years old in every respect. I let my bride scoot out of the booth and take care of the escort duties.

She returned to the table laughing hysterically. As my wife stood waiting outside the stall, she heard a tiny voice from within announce to no one in particular, "Bombs away!"

The four men around the table nearly shot milk out their nose.