Nooo...that couldn't have been....not Blair!?!

Those of you who know me know that I have the sense of humor of a 12 year old boy. Bodily function humor is the funniest stuff out there. The louder the fart, the harder I laugh.

So last night we were in the kitchen cleaning up. We had eaten, Blair had eaten, and Daisy was still waiting for someone to drop some wonderful morsel of people food in her bowl. Blair was playing happily in her booster seat at the table while we attempted to de-germ the kitchen. We were talking - for the life of me I can't remember what specifically we were talking about, but it was serious and intense.

In mid-sentence, we heard a noise that I can only relate to the sound of a tree breaking - the really loud cracking noise it makes regardless of whether anyone is in the woods to hear it. And it didn't stop - it kept going. And going. And going.

Brian and I were stunned to silence. We looked at each other with disbelief. It had to be a joke. There was a remote control fart machine somewhere in our kitchen. Or a fog horn.

Then we looked at Blair. She had stopped playing, had a very...focused...look on her face, and was as red as a beet. All the while, she had the weirdest smile on her face - kind of a cross between "oh yeah, this is funny stuff," "holy crap I didn't know I could do this," and "oh yeah, I've been holding this in all day and the feeling of sweet release is more than my little body can take."

When she finally stopped and the noise subsided, she clapped. We are so proud of our sweet little girl!!