The Smell & Sound of Betrayal

My son Wyatt has the face of a cherub. His smile is so sweet & he is such a loving soul.

The kid crawled up on my lap, lovingly, gazed into my eyes and farted. I’m not talking a little toot, here. He ripped one like a Clydesdale. 

Betrayed. I feel betrayed. 

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