Before I relay this conversation, let me tell you a little background about non-mommy Nancy.
Pre-children, I didn't talk about farting. I didn't hide the fact we as humans do fart, but I left it as private. If I had gas, I'd go out of the room. I never did the farting under the sheets and stick my boyfriend's head in the cloud thing. I never had a boyfriend do that to me (One of my boyfriends may have one time but they quickly learned I didn't find it funny.) If someone else farted in front of me, I would completely ignore it. No laughing, nothing.
Now that I have children, this type of a conversation I just had is very normal. In fact, at age 36, I finally find farting funny.
~hearing rapid farting coming from one of my children~
Me: "Allison, did you just fart?"
Ella: "I heard her fart. I hear her fart all the time."
Me: "Well, I hear you fart all the time. And I hear Allie fart. And you both hear mommy fart."
Ella: "What about daddy??"
Me: "Actually, I've never heard daddy fart. Have you?"
Ella: "Nope. Maybe daddy doesn't have a farter machine."
The cuteness of these types of conversations is that these things children say, well, they are totally, 100% serious about them. So matter of fact. Like really, it ~is~ possible that daddy does ~not~ have a "farter machine".