Last night, I was reading aloud Pirates Past Noon (from the Magic Tree House series) with Kathleen.
On one page, the pirate Cap’n Bones searches the young protagonist’s backpack only to find a book there. In my best pirate voice, I read: “A book. That’s vile booty!”
Kathleen’s eyes almost popped out of her head as she broke into wild belly laughs. She literally lost control of herself. I know because in the midst of her chuckling fit she passed gas loudly. Then, continuing to laugh so hard she was beginning cry, she managed to exclaim: “I just pooted with MY booty!”
For the record, it was vile.