DO NOT CONTINUE IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY FARTS -- YOU'VE BEEN WARNED
I had chili for lunch the other day. So, of course, by evening time I was a little gassy. I was trying to squeak them out a little at a time during the times that I was alone. Except when you have little kids you are NEVER alone.
So, I'm picking stuff up around the house and the kids are watching TV. The familiar pressure began to build up. I peeked around and decided now was as good a time as any.
Unfortunately, at that exact moment Brooke thought it would be a great time to run up behind me, wrap her arms around my legs and give me a huge, superhug.
Which means that I farted directly into my sweet baby girl's face.
I waited to see if she would react. Maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought. Maybe she just didn't happen to breathe at that moment. She's a little kid. Kids smell bad and smell bad things all the time.
Silence (and fart) filled the air for a moment. Then...
"MOMMY! STINKY! STINKYSTINKYSTINKY! POOPY PANTS MOMMY! EWWWWW! MOMMY! GO POTTY GO POTTY MOMMY! STINKY! POOPOO GOES IN THE POTTY MOMMY! MOMMY! STINKY!"
So, uh, I guess she noticed?