The Gas We Pass

Tonight, Taylor and I decided to get Scream 4 from the Redbox and have a movie night. 

Timmy asked to watch and I said ok.  Now, hindsight being what it is and all, this was a terrible idea.  It started out fine enough.  He laughed when he was supposed to laugh and flinched when he needed to flinch.  About 30 minutes into the movie, he had his hand over his eyes.  I kept asking him if he was scared, he kept saying no.  I finally asked if he was just a little scared and he said yes.  He then refused to watch Spongebob upstairs alone lol.  Yeah, pretty sure, Scream was a bad idea. 

So anyhow, I got him to agree to go in my room to watch cartoons, we found Dora on TV and I tucked him into Dave's side of the bed.  He was getting all nice and comfy and he farted.  He looked at me, and I looked at him and said "Did you just fart?" and he was so proud of himself "Yupppp", and he farted again.  "Timmy!! Don't fart in my bed!!" 

  He looks at me, plain as day, and says "It doesn't matter, Dad isn't home.  He will never know". 

Sorry kiddo, I just ratted you out.  =) I swear, this kid, I don't know what to do with him lol.