That's My Boy

While standing near me at the kitchen sink, Zac oozed out a self-satisfying, "Aaaaaah."

That sure got my attention. I whipped my head away from looking at my hands immersed in the dishwater, glared at my son and asked, "Did you just fart?"


My son deadpanned, "Nope. When I fart I say, 'I smell victory.'"