Gamma returned from ballet class.
“What did you do in class today?” her mother asked her.
Hair still up in a bun and still in her outfit, Gamma showed her.
“We jumped thirty five times each, like this,” and she jumped thirty five times, gracefully, farting with each jump.
“But I didn’t fart in ballet class.”
Ballet
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Ha!
I farted in ballet class.
lmao and not farting…
My lovely nieces enjoy talking about bodily functions and are learning which places are appropriate and which not….. also, when you can take your clothes off and when not…. also, that you shouldn’t wear spike heels to anti-war marches…. fun little kids.