A says: Now that I'm six, I don't fart anymore. W responds: Well, I still do!

A: I love it when you fart when you run. It's farty fun!

Daddy: A, are you farting?

A: That is correct, Mr. Daddy

A sits on my lap and lets a big one rip.

Me: Ewwwww!
A: It's a natural process, Mama. Everybody does it.
Me: But not ON me!
A: (maniacal laughter)

W ended her verse recital tonight with a loud fart. To which A added, "best verse ever!" Then it was time for A's prayer which was "Thank you for a great day, and please help W to be more modest."

You know, I think saying "we really need to respect God's word more" while trying to control hysterical laughter probably doesn't quite convey the right amount of seriousness...

A and I have been having a lot of discussions about death and dying this week. Out of the blue this evening she says, "We might have bodies that don't fart in heaven."

W complains to me, "Mama, A is just making noises all the time. Burping, farting, rumbling." A immediately burps in reply.

W had a bit of a discipline issue today. After the dust settled, she very sweetly said to me, "I'm sorry mama. You're the boss...oh, and I farted."

Fun times at the grocery store. A announces at the top of her lungs, "I just burped AND farted!"

A farted this morning and I said "What do you say?" She replied "Hello, Mr. Honky!"

A farted REALLY loudly and with startled look exclaimed "My butt just went boom!"

W just farted and then said to herself "oh! bless you!"