This morning I had sweet little Sarah perched upon my lap while I helped her into her pants and socks. We'd been wrestling and tickling and giggling and I was enjoying having the morning with her and Kate and wishing I didn't have to go to work. Then Sarah said "huh huh" and a low chuckle. "What are you laughing at now?" I asked. " I farted on your lap" she said.
At least at work no one farts on me.