I have decided that boys come to this world trained to acknowledge bodily functions as humor. My kids think of any gas, bubbles, or air that might sneak out as the best kind of comedy. This morning Remi was laying on my bed watching Stephen get ready for work. He passed what sounded like a fog horn from his rear part. He laughed and laughed. Stephen and I are used to this. We are both fairly mature adults. Stephen calmly explained to him that passing gas is not funny. It is gross. Remi promptly said, "It IS funny, you know, I almost woke Hunter up in his bed!" Farts are awesome!