Devon’s favourite book is about farts. He thinks it’s the sort of literature you can really sink your teeth into — and he did. We had to buy the book from the library after he chewed the back cover.

Each morning we sit on the floor. “Pfft,” we say. “Toot, toot, toot … I’m a train,” we say. Devon just eats it all up:


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