A Diabolically Popped Rib

As Logged By: Agent Chase Daddy's stuck on the couch. A popped rib bone? Ooh, ouch! "Be nice to Daddy," Mommy warns. But, I like to take the bull by the horns. Poke, tickle, stinky toot. One that smells like a mildewed boot. Tears of joy or tears of pain? Okay, we'll snuggle and watch the rain. "Ugh, it hurts to move," Daddy groans as he inches toward the couch. One step, pause, two step, pause, three step...........LONG PAUSE. "All I did was laugh, then I was in pain." "At me," Mommy reminds him. "You were laughing at me." "You dropped the butter and tooted when you bent over to pick it up. It was funny." Daddy's defense ends real quick when he tries to laugh again only to wince in pain. "Ow!" I keep my laughter silent. Too bad I was diabolically plotting and missed that. Mommy always blushes and makes the silliest embarrassed face when she accidentally lets out...