The other day my six year old daughter and I made a pit stop at the public restroom in our grocery. As I was waiting for her to do her thing, I hear her shout from behind her stall door,
“BOMBS AWAY!” and then a God-awful grunt.
I’m surprised the woman in the stall next to her didn’t fall off her toilet laughing.
TRUE STORY: Sometimes you need a war-cry to get the job done.
Myndi Shafer 