Mrs. Leverlilly: But that’s a priceless Steinway!
Inspector Clouseau: Not anymore!
Zygote Daddy wrote about a smell that they don’t tell you about in childbirth class, and we just discovered another, although it shouldn’t have been a surprise.
3B has always been able to rip off huge farts that sound like they split his diaper or came from an adult, and we’ve always been able to laugh over them because they were all sound and no fury.
As we’ve started to feed 3B solid food (read: rice cereal gruel paste), there have been definite changes in his throughput, but nothing compared to what’s happened now that we’ve moved on to green beans. I know, I know–beans. Why were we so surprised, right? I don’t know why we didn’t think that 3B would be as afflicted by beans as an adult, given his propensity for adult-size farts. We’re not surprised after last night, but we continue to be amazed at his ability to curl our nose hairs at 20 paces with his gas.
The scary part, however, is that in his quest to jam every shiny thing within his vision into his mouth, he’s become fascinated by our beer bottles. I’m glad he can’t drink until he’s 21, because I really don’t want to be anywhere in the tri-state region downwind of 3B for his beer farts.
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