I found out I was pregnant with Scorch in September, so come Christmas time I was looking for an appropriate  gift for the Hubs.  Given our history of pregnancy loss I didn’t want to get him anything huge.  Nothing that said “Daddy” on it, no baby clothes (I didn’t let any of those into the house until I hit 24 weeks)- just something little that marked that Christmas as special in a small way.

Too bad that’s harder then it seems.

A few weeks before Christmas I was in NYC with my mom.  We were browsing in some shops waiting for our bus to take us back home when I found the perfect gift.  It was a book- Walter the Farting Dog. You see, the Hubs isn’t exactly the most sophisticated man when it comes to what tickles his funny bone.  And farts always, always make him laugh.  Heck, that book, about a dog who saved his family’s valuable by farting on burglars breaking in to his home, made me laugh out loud in the store.  So home the book went with me as ideal gift for the Hubs for the holidays.

I thought the book was a novelty, but it turns out that the books are award winners!  There are 5 books in the series and we are the proud owners of 3 of them.  While they are crude (even when we substitute the word “toot” for “fart”), the kids love them.  And the Hubs can’t get through reading any one of the books we own without stopping because he’s laughing so hard, which makes the kiddos laugh harder which makes my night just about perfect.