Was that you?

The usual routine is to sit and play with K-T after dinner.

This is a segment of an actual conversation we had the other night:

"BRRRRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPPPPP!!!!"

I look at Huzbend, "Was that you?"

"Nope. It was K-T", he says pointing at her.

"Dude. No WAY! That was SO totally you! That was, like, the loudest fart I've ever heard, man."

"Ummmm, dude. It was her."

"BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!"

"See."

It was her.

You wouldn't think it, but the farts that she lets go are equal to that of a grown man.

She lets out farts that you can hear from two rooms away!

One day, I keep thinking that she'll let out such a big fart that she'll actually lift up off the floor.

The worst is when we are out in public. I usually just keep on talking like nothing happened. But, you KNOW that they heard it. I also know that they must be thinking, "Well, there's no way that the baby could've made that sound. It must have been her. How disgusting."

I feel like saying, "It wasn't me!" But they totally wouldn't buy it.

You know how it goes.

Whoever denied it, supplied it.