We had a diarrhea epidemic in our house last week. Those invovled basically have returned to good health, with minor accidents here and there. The occasion was punctuated by this little exchange yesterday:
My son and I were walking to the Kindergarten. As he walked, he released a very large fart. We're normally a very open family who laughs and giggles at such things (sue me!), but this one was met with silence.
"I farted," my son informed me, as if I hadn't heard. Really, anyone passing across the street would have heard that one.
"Yes, I know..." I said, feeling a little worried.
Before I could ask, he said, "Don't worry, Mommy. This time it was dry."
