Today is my birthday.
Bal got me a card with a rickety ol’ mutt on the front saying:
“Old Fart my eye!”
Open the card and the same caricature inside retorts:
“That smelled like a fresh one to me!”
While Bal giggles away, I do not get it. I keep reading and flipping the card open and closed, open and closed. At first I pretend to get it and giggle too. I reread. Still, I don’t get it but the picture of the dog is funny. Then I read what Bal has written. It starts off:
“HAHA, I thought it was kind’ve fitting.”
Fitting? Old fart? Fresh farts?
Finally, slowly but surely, baby brain has processed. I get it. And true enough, both fresh farts and me the ol’ fart rings true.