We were relaxing last night after an early dinner, and I was trying to coerce Mower to rub my back. He finally relented, and I sat in frozen ecstasy as he released the tension. Peace was shattered by Bubba, who farted, of course. Bubba then proceeded to shove her butt into my face and sing, "Smell this!" I successfully kept her bottom away from my face, but for her efforts, she stopped and high-fived her father and commented happily, "That's good stuff!" I thought she was just being cute, when she farted again and we went through the process all over. I finally realized, she's not being cute, she's being coached. See how they like it when I eat that entire can of beans and then want to drive around in the car for hours.