Last night, while in the kitchen cooking dinner, Mr. H. calls me to come into the livingroom.  I say "What?" because I'm right in the middle of fixing dinner and couldn't be bothered with what he wanted.  So again he says "Momma, come here."  "WHAT?" I say rather rudely.  "Come here".  So I throw the knife in the sink and stomp in there.  "Watch this" he says.

Mr. H was laying on the floor because Magpie really likes it when you get down on her level and thinks you are her own personal jungle-gym when you do.  She was playing with some of her toys and then she gets up, walks over to Mr. H and puts her butt on his stomach.  She grimaces, farts and starts laughing.  It seems her big brothers have taught her a new trick - to fart on people.  I don't think we have a chance in hell having a nice little girl.