“Mommy, do you like quiet things?”
It seemed an innocuous enough question, especially as lately the child has been given to piercing ear-splitting shrieks and fingernail-on-chalkboard imitations, as a way, for instance, to express displeasure with being served green beans or a strong lack of desire to have his hands washed. So I said, “yes, sure, I like quiet things.”
And he replied, “Well, that was a quiet fart.”
I can’t be sure what expression was on my face at this news, but Isaac’s reaction was to fall over sideways giggling.