Me: Good morning sweethe….Dear Sweet Jesus… What in the name of all that is holy is that smell?” (the stench forces me back into the hallway)
J: I farted.
Me: You’re 5. It’s against the law to make smells like that till you’re at least 15.
Me: Yes, now air this out before the police come to see what happened.
J: I farted a lot last night.
Me: This is leftover from last night?
Me: Are you sick?
J: No, just farty.