It never fails.
Every Christmas poor Santa puts endless hours into finding "just the right" presents for the boys.
And every Christmas it is always the same: the Legos, the play station games, the skateboards and sleds, all sit idly under the tree; while it is the 50 cent stocking stuffer that sounds like a fart, that is the biggest hit with my children.
This year it was Flarp.
Flarp is an item I found at the dollar store. It is gooey and cold and full of bubbles. The boys have spent hours making the most disgusting sounds imaginable with this unearthly material.
"Mom, listen to this!" Weston says as he puts his fingers into the pink slime and pulls them out quickly.....
"FLARPPPPPPPPP" goes the goop and both boys roll on the floor with laughter.
"My turn, my turn!" Nicholas cries as he puts his entire hand into the plastic container pulling it out with a slurpy "FLAAAAAAAAARRPPPPPPPPPPPPP"
"Oh man!" Weston exclaims, "That one was a ripper!"
They giggle and giggle and giggle delighting in the sound of fake flatulence.
I think back to last year when a whoopee cushion purchased from the same dollar store had similar success.
Note to Santa, next Christmas........more fake flatulence paraphernalia....less legos!