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.