I don’t write often about Jillian. She just doesn’t do much each day that lends itself to writing. She doesn’t talk, run, break things, or throw herself off of things. Or maybe I’m just not that good of a writer. But she does one thing that deserves mention here.
She farts like a man. I don’t mean she asks you to pull her finger, I mean that when she farts you think that it couldn’t possibly have come from such a small cute little critter. It is loud and rumbley. And it happens all the time. I often can’t tell if it was Amber or her daughter. Not that Amber farts, but if she did I would have to check with her to see which of them was the culprit if they were in the same vicinity.
The upside? It doesn’t smell. Yet.