Fin: Dad did you fart? Me: Yip, sorry about that. Fin: It smells like fireworks... mine usually smell like cup cakes.. rotten cup cakes and biscuits..
Carrying Fin to bed the other night (both Harriet and him were asleep in our bed), and picked him up in the fetal position.. and he starts farting away, sort of in time to my footsteps.. then he burps and say's "Pardon me" in his sleep.. at least his manners are still good ;-)
