Zane and I are alone, sitting on the couch watching Monsters, Inc. Zane passes gas. We taught him to say "gas" instead of anything else--we thought it was the most socially appropriate. So when my son passed gas, I expected him to announce that he "had gas". Zane did not do this.
So I said, "Did you pass gas?" Zane, my lovely two year old son, looks me in the eye and says "No."
"You didn't pass gas?" I ask again.
"No," comes the reply.
"Then who passed gas?"
"Daddy."
Poor Daddy--not even in the room!
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