Shaking the Lily Pad

I have a big, old froggie that lives in my ornate lily pond, so refined. And every time I have a guest, he Farts and spurts water from his behind. My son has named him bubbles and tells everyone, how he is so fine... Now, you must know he’s only five with potty humor on his mind… It started as I included my son, while finding a fountain for my pond. But he came home and told his dad, who now also had to come along. While I kept looking for a fountain, you know… with exquisite flair. My son kept asking me for a special one, that farts water out his tail. Now, as I watched my two beloved gentlemen, I knew something was afoot. I found retreat a better thing, as I high tailed it away, with a serious hotfoot. Sure enough, my birthday present turned out to be that froggie for my pond. And I certainly couldn’t hurt my son’s feelings by saying no, to respond. My hubby laughed as he pointed out a place, they had agreed it should go. Yes, you guessed, it’s the first thing you see, that your eyes can bestow. Perhaps my plight is really not so bad… or at least, my hubby now tells me so. Even though the guests’ eyes grow big, and their walk becomes really slow. As I see their looks, a better conversation piece could never have ever been. As I gently explain my son’s love for me, is touching, don’t you think? Again. Of course the little froggie keeps farting and wildly smiling, throughout it all. But the smiles are never near as big, as my guests’ smiles… that suddenly grow… As they become enchanted with the understanding of it all.