SQ: True story. Yesterday we were at the Holiday Market, with about six folks in line behind us. I had a minor flatulance attack, but was able to at least keep it quite. My grandson promptly announces in his loudest voice "Papa farted! Papa Farted". I tried slinking out of the store, but not before I heard the young guy behind us say, "Right on kid, you tell it like it is" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The wife and I have laughed about this all day today.