I was giving my three youngest siblings a bath last night, in preparation for a weekend at the Center for Courageous Kids. The oldest of them, James (who is perfectly capable of taking a shower, but prefers the bath because it means playing in water for a half an hour) kept passing gas while they were in the tub. All three of them thought that was the funniest thing on the planet. So I'm sitting there, shaking my head a little and half-laughing, thinking Oh my word, when the perceptive and randomly hilarious James says:
"You're a girl. Girls don't like farting."
Me: "Yeah, well, why do you like farting?"
James: "'Cause they're STINK BOMBS!"