My main man learned a very valuable lesson tonight.

Sarah was gone to zumba class so I was in charge of Anderson and Emerson. We were sitting in the living room playing when Anderson farted a couple of times. He got this big grin on his face and I asked him if he needed to poop. “Nope” he answered, “I just pooted 3 times!” So we laughed together like fathers and sons do and then I heard him fart a couple more times and it was at that moment he got this look of “oh crap” on his face and his hands reached around to his butt. This caused me to break out in loud laughter and ask him if he sharded. He didn’t know what the word meant, but he got the meaning! I then proceeded to teach my son the importance of not pushing too hard just to squeeze one more fart out! I can file this incident under things I didn’t realize I would have the pleasure of teaching my son.