At the dining room table this evening, someone farted.

The offensive noise clearly came from across the table so Husband and I were off the hook.  That only left Cody and Carter. 

husband: Who farted? 

Denial.  From both parties (although, I did see one of them smiling a rather Mona Lisa like smile).

Husband made a wild accusation.  (And really he had a 50-50 shot, so perhaps that does not qualify as “wild”.)

husband:  Carter did it.  Carter is guilty!

Carter maintained his innocence.  And then he busted out with some wonderful little boy logic.

carter:  Just ask Santa!  He will tell you.  He knows everything so he can tell you if I farted at the dining room table on Taco Tuesday.

One cannot argue with such watertight logic as that.