Yesterday, I found myself in the presence of a six year old playing with a whoopee cushion for over a half hour. As an adult, I can testify that if I heard that sound once, my curiosity would be satiated by that lone performance. Not so with a child, who found delight in each and every pffft. Of course, he expected me to act surprised by that disgusting sound and if I sniffed the air and went phew, it added to his amusement. I found myself playing along, not because I like to hear the sound of gross bodily functions, but I do like to listen to the laughter of a child. So you could say that whoopee cushion made my day. Just one small and simple pleasure.
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Funny, I too like the sound of children laughing. Before the neighbor kids grew up and became evil teenagers I use to enjoy hearing them laugh. Now it is too quiet over there:(
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