Please, no more butt cracks

Okay, I know it makes me old and cantakerous to admit this but I don't much care for potty humour. Poo, pee, fart, bum, underpants ... nope, still not so much as a smile here. Which is why I was in my best Queen Victoria "not amused" mode when I came across a series of books new to me: Butt books. The newest title from Andy Griffiths (no, not that Andy Griffiths), is called What Buttosaur is That?

I do know that Everybody Poops and that most of us wear underpants most of the time, (although I don't know why aliens should love them). I just don't have any burning desire to read about it. And if you have a farting dog, please, please keep it to yourself.