I was just in the kitchen frying ground turkey for spaghetti, and my six year old daughter says, "Mom, that smells really good." Without turning around from her place at the kitchen table, the four year old daughter says, "Well, of course. That's me farting." And of course, a few years ago, Numbah One Son pipes up from the backseat of the car, "Mom? If you get chicken pox, will you turn into a chicken?" in deadly seriousness.