Embark on a hilariously magical journey with Emma and her quirky companion, Ollie the owl, in Farty Tales! When they discover a dusty old book titled A Child’s History of Farts in the whimsical library of Giggleville, they are whisked away on a side-splitting adventure through time and across cultures.
From Tutankhamun in ancient Egypt to mischievous gods in Aztec mythology, Emma and Ollie learn how farts have played a surprisingly funny and fascinating role in history, legends, and everyday life. Whether it’s medieval jesters using toots as comedy, Roman emperors embracing flatulence at feasts, or even Mozart incorporating fart humor into his music, this book brings laughter to every page.
With each destination, Emma and Ollie discover that farts are more than just a punchline—they’re a universal reminder that humor and laughter connect us all. Filled with delightful characters, humorous historical anecdotes, and plenty of giggles, Farty Tales is a perfect read for kids ages 6-10 who love a good laugh and a sprinkle of history.
Why kids will love this book:
Whimsical illustrations and funny fart facts from around the world.
A playful way to learn about history and cultures.
A heartwarming message about the power of laughter to bring people together.
Get ready for a story that’s full of heart, history, and hilarity—grab your copy of Farty Tales today and join Emma and Ollie on their unforgettable adventure!
Do you have friends at a construction site near you? I’ve been walking through the new phase, Phase Three, of our neighborhood almost daily with Daddy. Along the way, we have developed many friendships. They’re all great, but this yellow dump truck is my bestie.
Last week he surprised us by springing back to life after sitting dormant for weeks. I credit my healing hugs and duct tape bandaids. We’ve seen him busy hauling heavy loads of dirt and rock a few times, but he always goes back to the same spot in the back. Poor guy, he always looks so lonely. I make sure to give Dumper, that’s his name, a big hug everyday so he know’s we love him.
I love playing construction site at home with Mommy and Daddy and have almost all of the trucks we see working hard in Phase Three. My favorite is my little yellow dump truck, his name is LIttle Dumper. I don’t get it, but Daddy always laughs when we talk about Big and Little Dumper.
He tried to suggest we call him Chuck the Dump Truck like on The Adventures of Chuck and Friends, but Dumper is what I’m sticking with. Pshhhhh, Chuck’s not even as yellow as Dumper!
Most of my other construction site friends have names from The Adventures of Chuck and Friends and Bob the Builder though. Daddy and I just called them by what type of vehicle they were at first, but as our friendships grew, I sensed even these great big machines have a soft side.
Muck, our bulldozer buddy, explained how he and the other work trucks truly feel about not having real names.
He likened it to if people just walked around calling everyone human; it’s impersonal and greatly drains morale.
These trucks work so hard, taking constant abuse, usually for the benefit of humans, asking nothing in return. The least we could do is give them names and show a little appreciation. Maybe even play with them a little. Muck loves when I do scooper squats with him.
And climbing into his cabin simply to take a picture, not start him up to push more dirt around, puts a grin on his scooper.
The trucks even told me they tense up when someone climbs on them because that usually means more work and abuse. Even when they’re not feeling or looking (don’t tell Dumper I said that) their best, they love posing for pictures.
His poor seat guts need more duct tape bandaids than Daddy is willing to give. Unless I break out my sweet daddy’s girl look, then I can get enough of the cloth adhesive to dress a mummy.
Yes, more, a little more…..a little more….keep going
Now that I’ve gotten to know most of these guys, big and small, in the Phase Three construction site, I thought I’d introduce you to the kind hearted motored machines.
To start, I’ve been getting to know Spinny the portable cement mixer a lot lately.
Ahhh, that Spinny, he’s always on a roll! Daddy told me to say that, then laughed. I don’t get it.
I don’t know how he does it as he seems to get passed around house to house when it’s time to brick. To just sit in the heat in a constant twirly whirl makes me dizzy just watching. His line of work just seems to get harder and harder. Again, Daddy made me say it.
Another relatively small friend is Benny the mini excavator. Him and his brothers and sisters are all around Phase Three digging ditches or deep holes.
Because I know how much it means to them, I’ll climb into the cab of Benny or one of his siblings just to sit and smile for a while. Don’t tell Benny, but I like his Bobcat brother the most.
We see Grabber, the big excavator, every now and then, but not as often as Benny.
I have my own Grabber at home, however, he’s the biggest in our living room construction site.
Scratch is a Skid-Steer Loader and his kind make up the majority of work vehicles around the site. You’d think they might be competitive about who works the hardest, but they’re actually quite affectionate. I even see them giving butt hugs at the end of a long day.
Dizzy, the cement mixer, is another hard worker around here. He and his family are constantly helping to pour foundation for a new home or a sidewalk around the new neighborhood.
Even on the run, he’ll say hi with the honk of his horn when I pump my arm up and down. I don’t know why I do that, Daddy just tells me to and then Dizzy honks. Such a nice truck. Mommy and Daddy just got me a Dizzy of my own, but I had to be a good kid before I was allowed to have him.
His giant teammate, Cement Pump Truck is a super hard worker, and a super grump!
Might have something to do with not having a name yet. I’ll have to get on that and hopefully it’ll cheer him up.
Pumpy? Pumpsters?
Similar to Pump Truck’s giant boom arm, Lofty the crane truck makes an appearance to help unload heavy brick and sidewall for new homes.
I don’t talk much to Lofty because she always has heavy things swinging overhead, but she’s a gentle truck deep inside.
At the start of a new home, I see Ditch Digger (another with a TBD name) and the larger Horizontal Directional Drill. They both excite me, but like Lofty, I need to spend a little more time getting to know them before we get as close as the other construction site friends.
Yep, these are my big big friends at our Phase Three construction site. Some take longer than others to really show their true truck selves, but they all have a unique personality I enjoy watching unfold day by day.
They are always happy to see me come by and wave, and I’m happy to see them too. Next time you have the opportunity, be sure to stop and give Dumper, Scratch, Dizzy, Lofty, Spinny, and friends a hug or high-five, it just might make their day.
Okay, I’m sure girls want to have pun too. But since I’m a guy, it the title only made sense. Either way, when it comes to puns, they just, well…..
I’ve racked up a few puns since the last pun post and it’s time to share. Groan, moan, laugh, cry, or stare with a blank look, whatever you do, hope at least one elicits a little smirk on your face.
I tried to think of a geology joke but the good ones Argon. I felt boulder and tried digging deeper, but that created too much pressure and I’ve hit rock bottom. Guess I took telling jokes for granite.
When the lost artist wandered into a war zone, he drew fire.
Finding a guard you can trust takes sentries.
Finding a good marionette to buy is complicated, there’s too many strings attached.
Chemistry teachers love giving periodic pop quizzes to their students.
I quit working at the sunglasses business because things seemed a little shady and my future felt dim.
War photographers shoot as many people as they want and know to never use a cannon.
Translators for the deaf perform an outstanding service, you have to hand it them.
There was a major conference on apathy, but no one cared to attend.
The newly hired oil rig crew quickly lost interest in their job when they found drilling was just boring.
Ever since the business owner needed more room for parking, he’s had a lot on his mind.
The elderly photographer tried to transition from using film to going digital, but nothing developed.
I asked my friend why he auditioned to cast in a water play without me. He said “I’m too swamped but meant to run it bayou since we’re on the same stream.” But it was too little too lake, his statement didn’t seem reel.
The tortillas tried forming a rock band, but ended up wrapping instead.
Throwing a cat out the window makes kitty litter.
Tennis players grunt too much when they play, I can’t stand all of the racket.
I saw Tony Stark looking upset at the doctor’s office because he just found out he had anemia. I heard his friend, James Rhodes, tell him, “You need some iron, man.”
Seeing all of the horses was scary at first, but everything kept stable since we didn’t stirrup any trouble.
She was scared when she found a skeleton her boyfriend’s closet, but he was just trying tibia a little humerus. He really gets under her skin.
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