“Daddy, I wish your car was bigger. Can you grow your car and make it bigger?” My Four Year old asked as we were driving in my car.
“You wish it were bigger?” I asked with surprise. “Why would you want it to be bigger?”
She answered, “So it could be covered with gas.”
Now, thoroughly confused, I asked, “What do you mean covered with gas?”
“I don’t mean the kind of gas you put in the car,” she clarified, “I mean the kind of gas when you pass gas.”
“Oh?” was all I could think to say.
She nodded, “If the car was big enough to be covered with gas then when you fart it wouldn’t smell bad because it would spread out.”
“Did you just fart?” I asked.
“Yes.” she said in a serious voice. “I know it was me, because I felt it. Now I wish your car was bigger.”