I was sitting in a chair in the family room typing and my sweet, delicate, mild-mannered 6-year old daughter was sitting on the sofa watching “Miss Spider.” Suddenly, she let out a long, loud, glorious, industrial strength fart. It was like a motor boat and something that should only have come from an adult. I slowly looked up from my laptop, eyebrows raised. She was looking at me and had a huge grin on her face. She started to giggle and then, of course, I started laughing and we were soon in hysterics.
I was so proud of her that I almost wept.