“It’s not cold enough for a blanket anyway.” Mr. Tom moved to grab it. “No, no.” I put out my hand to stop him. “It’s the fart blanket.” Mr. Tom yanked back his hands. “I beg your pardon?” “I think he uses a blanket so he doesn’t stick to the leather, but it also contains all the farts.” A look of horror crossed Mr. Tom’s face. “Who are these people?” “These people are my parents, and they’ll get weirder, don’t worry.”
