Monday, June 16, 2008

I'm raising a future ambassador

At the dinner table tonight:

[Distinct sound of someone breaking wind]

Charlie: Pardon me

[brief pause]

Charlie: What's that smell?

Me: Well, you really shouldn't do that at the table.

Charlie: [Condescending expression] My fart isn't on the table!

Oh the joy of the very nearly three year old.

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