Zoë:  Mom, I farted (she laughs)

I try not to respond because that really only encourages her.
A minute or two goes by.

Zoë: Mom, something stinks in  your car.

Mom:  That is your fart baby. (Ah the joys of parenting–these are things that you never are told you’ll have to explain.)

Zoë:  No mom.  My fart is in my butt.  Maybe it was you. (Parenting is so glamorous)

She is lucky she is so cute.