Ethan, occasionally, farts.
And somewhere, along the line, we've let him know this.
We also have a copy of Robert Munsch's Good Families Don't
Occasionally, we'll be sitting, reading a book, and I say,
"Ethan.... Did you fart?"
"No. Why? Does it smell?"
(He cracks me up.)
Last night, we're all in the car.
We drive by the ocean.
It's low tide.
It stinks when the tide is out!
Suddenly, from the back seat, we here;
"Daddy.... Did you fart?
I smell something bad."
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