Adult conversation was so much more enjoyable than the looping of "Mickey's Silly Songs" that burned my ears during the first half of the drive.
Neen's 83rd birthday party was a gas, literally. Logan broke out his fart machine, much to the dismay of some of his elders.
He wasted no time demonstrating to Neenie and the other guests the full cadence of farts it produces.
My stepdad, George, later wanted to know where Logan got the device.
I got the impression that he was asking more out of a need to reprimand the responsible party than a desire to obtain a fart machine of his own.
Either way, I'm not saying a word.