Swivelling my neck about-face to see what was going on, I bear witness to little faces each buried into one of my, you know, posterior cheeks blowing raspberries.
After a moment, each child came up for air, laughing harder than I think I've ever heard either of them laugh before. They took a breath, and buried their faces into my, you know, posterior again to blow more raspberries. Cue more raucous laughter.
Humph. In such inappropriate (but ok, kinda funny) situations, its hard to know whether to scold or laugh along with them. I chose option B.
What have YOUR little munchkins got up to lately that blurred the lines between naughty and funny?