Some anecdotes require little-to-no-setup... like this one:
Upon entering the basement to grab some clothes from the dryer, I hear Tommy say from the upstairs...
"UH-OH.... DADDY!!! Don't come up here! I farted and it really, really smells. Like bad. Like you might get sick. I'll tell you when the coast is clear."
This is the point in where I should probably mention something about the proverbial apple and how it didn't fall from the tree...
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