David walked into the room to inform me and Greg:
"I hear a noise come out my bum."
Greg easily managed a polite generic response, something along the lines of "Wow, David. Thank you for telling us." (??? What would be the correct response, anyway?)
David, having imparted this interesting bit of news, then turned around and left the room.
(Meanwhile, I was in hysterics, falling out of my chair, tears streaming down my cheeks. There's nothing quite like having a three-year-old around the house. And for those of you wondering about my maturity level--I'm still laughing. )
