Toot, toot!

In our house farts are funny, and if you let one fly, you get called on it usually in one of three ways:

1. Someone points at you and calls out, "Toot, toot!"
2. Someone points at you and laughs, or
3. Someone grabs her nose, crinkles her whole face and says, "Stinky," over and over again whether it smells or not. (That would be Maren.)

SBDs are different. It's harder to identify the perp and seldom does anybody find a lethal-smelling flatulent funny.

Last night we were all upstairs in the kids' room getting ready for bed. I was on the bed with Henry, reading a book. Randy was lying on the floor, playing with Maren. All at once everyone caught a whiff of straight-up stank. A chorus of, "Ugh!"s rang out. After checking Maren's pants I asked Randy, "Was that you?" He denied it, but the smile on his face gave him away. I said something like, "That's nasty!" Then Henry, with a blanket over his face, said, "It smells like your fart!" He was talking to me. Um, that's embarrassing.