Ah, good ol' Mudcat! I've spewed coffee on my screen this morning.
When my beautiful 13 year old daughter was but a wee two year old, we were standing in a Christmas crowded line with our purchase. The little one ripped a huge gusty fart, and without missing a beat looked over at me and said with pure disgust, "Mommy!" The line cleared, and the cashier couldn't understand my inability to speak and the tears in my eyes. I've never been more proud of that child!
For fun stories about farting and really good nicknames for farts, go to www.fartfarm.com
Letting Fluffy off the leash...