I'm in church on Sunday. Carolyn isn't in the main worship service, she's in another room. It's just the kids and I. Both of the kids don't just want want to be
near me, but
on me. I had to sit down to accommodate their requests. So I've got Simon leaning on me, hanging on my arm. Ella is sitting on my lap. Now that I've set up the story...
Ella backs away from me, steps forward for a few seconds, then steps back toward me and pulls my arms around her neck. A few seconds later, just between two of the songs, Simon speaks up:
"Dad, what stinks? It smells like fart."
I realize that he's right. It stinks. Ella gets a little red in the cheeks, turns toward me and says:
"It was me Dad, I farted because my tummy hurt real bad. I didn't want to fart on your lap so I got up."
NICE