Yup. What of it? You have horse whisperers, sixth sense kids who run around with Bruce Willis, nerds that can actually talk to women…my talent after over 30 years of life turns out to be the ability to catch gas from my kid — from both ends. I’ll have our baby girl sit up on my lap and ka-blamo!! Fart right into my crotch. If I turn her to the right with her still sitting upright I’ll get a burp instead.

And I can’t stop laughing. Each pass of wind brings an instant Beavis & Butthead laugh. Usually because it’s a passing of wind into either my crotch or hands. The other day while laying our girl in bed she made her daddy proud by delivering her first attempt at a Dutch oven. What a good girl.


Back off cat, she’ll explode!