I support this! In fact, I'm willing to share a quick story to help.
For anyone who hasn't interacted with me here you may not know, but I'm a fan of fart jokes. I salute the inventor of the whoopie cushion periodically (in my head, no clue who that fucker really is).
At home, when the kids are around, I have been blaming my farts on wild animals for years.
As in <poot> "man those leopards are rowdy today!"
This is all background for my story. So the scene. It's eight o'clock, and my youngest (10 yrs old), has a bed time around 8:30. Every day he tries to stay up past that time, by sneaking or debating or arguing or some kinda way. His older brother gets to stay up later so it's just. Not. Fair.
This night is no different. After he does his bedtime routine, he comes to me in a very serious manner, angry face and all, and says, "Dad. I hope you know. This means war!"
"Oh?" I said, while trying not to laugh. "War huh?"
Then, I hit him with what I think is the knockout punch, "You know... if we're at war, then I guess you aren't getting McDonald's tomorrow."
Complete shock on his face. "What...?" He whispers.
I nod my head, doing my best to maintain a face showing serious consideration, "Yeah. I mean, why would I buy McDonald's for my enemies?"
Well, he huffs for a little bit. Then he hits me back. The unexpected uppercut.
"Well... well... well... if you don't get me McDonald's, then I'm telling everyone that it's not animals farting and it's all you!!"
....I'll admit, I didn't see that one coming. Let him stay up til 9:00 that night.
[This message edited by Notthevictem at 10:45 AM, October 2nd (Friday)]