Ryan and Ethan were eating a snack this afternoon and I stepped into the other room for something. When I came back into the kitchen there was an unfortunate scent floating about. You know the one I am referring to.
"Smells like someone pooped his pants," I said as I sat down.
Ryan looks at me, wide eyed with surprise. "Wasn't me! I didn't do it. It was probably Ethan!"
"I know who is was, Ryan," I said, picking up Ethan. "No need to think that I am blaming you for this olfactory offense."
He calmed down a bit and looked distinctly relieved. "Oh, good. Well, just so you know, it could have been me. I don't wipe well and sometimes it gets all crusty."
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