Tell It At the Wedding
They dress up the baby in a peach snowsuit
Then they hear her farting with her cute little toot
Only the farting gets serious, and the diaper begins to howl.
“We had to change her twice before going outside with cousin Sal”
They tell of the adventure as if it is the best they have ever had.
These are two old maids distantly related to my uncle Ted and Dad.
They tell the story at every family reunion and wedding of course.
Today they told it seventeen times at her wedding, in full force.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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