The other day I was playing with Brianne. We were laying on our bellies in the family room, making dolls skate on diecast cars, or some such frivolity. This isn’t a story about Brianne though. She is just there to set the stage.

This is a story about Anthony, who was in the other room at the time.

So, Brianne and I are playing. I am laying down, propped on my elbows. I hear the pitter-patter of annoying little feet before I actually see him. Ant siddles up along next to me and sit-leans on my shoulder.

I feel the vibration and my shoulder grows warm.

“Haha, Daddy, I fart on you!” He shrieks as he runs away, back to whatever game he was playing before.