Scene: Vesper and I are playing puzzles, baby O is quietly resting on a blanket a few feet away. One of those peaceful, wooden toy moments that usually last about 90 seconds but having you feel like you are NAILING it parenting-wise.
::a fart sound ripples through the room::
V: Was that me or you?
me: You would know if it was you! It wasn’t me, so maybe it was the baby!
V: Well I’ll get my magnifying glass and we can investigate…because SOMEONE needs to say ‘excuse me!’
me: Why, are you the fart police? ::employing sarcasm that might be above the level of a 3 year old::
V: GREAT IDEA! Weeee-ooooo weeee-ooooo FART POLICE! TO THE RESCUE!