Uncle Bryon and Calvin

A few months after Calvin infected everyone with whooping cough, I was back in Arkansas visiting the family. Calvin had moved from his old bedroom to the bedroom above the garage. He no longer had the bunk beds, so we had a mattress on the floor for him as I took his bed while I was visiting.

One morning, I woke up as Calvin woke up about the same time. He stood looking at me and being a gross person, I ripped an enormous fart under the covers and said, "Good morning, buddy!".

He walked out of the room, I figured because he was grossed out by what I did.

Stacy later said he walked into her bedroom and said, "Mom. Uncle Bryon farted. IN MY BED!"

He was MAD!

I just busted out laughing when she told me the story. I'm a guy. Fart stories are just funny.