Suddenly she holds up a hand and says:
Then she begins counting, raising her fingers one by one:
Of course, now she has our attention. Dada, Silas and I are all eagerly awaiting her announcement. What interesting thing could she be counting towards? Is this something new she learned in preschool?
And then, with a huge grin, she farts.
Yep, you read right. Passes some gas. And I have to ask:
When did my child turn into a nine year-old boy?