There is so much I love about Noelle; her sweet nature, her inquisitiveness, her creativity, all make her such a joy and a delight to be with. I could spend hours with her sitting on my lap, reading her a book and smelling her hair...until she farts. And she does. A lot. She's always very polite ('Excuse me, I farted' (giggles)) but she does it so much that I was forced to adapt a song in her honor (yes, forced. Believe me, you would feel that way too once the Grand Dame of Gas unleashed one ON you.)
To the tune of 'Barbie Girl':
I'm a farty girl
In a farty world,
My sphincter's spastic,
Gas attacks-ick.
I pollute the air,
I fart everywhere;
Pull my pinky,
It's so stinky.
Come on Farty,
Let's go potty.
Fart fart fart
Come on Farty,
Let's go potty.
Fart fart fart
I really hope that she gets this under control someday or her social life will be pretty barren...oh...wait. Nevermind.
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