The next evolution of the fart saga occurred when your behind bellowed in a crowded elevator. Your stroller stood in the corner, and the source of the noise not only came from your direction, it also came from direction lower than what would have been possible for the other adults present.
Cookie: Not me!
All of the adults grinned at the obviously false proclamation of an one-year-old… until the noxious fumes caused people with weaker stomachs to gag. I had to wait for fresh air before explaining:
Me: Cookie, you can’t deny it’s you, when everyone knows it’s you.
Cookie: Ok, Daddy.
The wheels of your brain churning were clearly evident on your face. The next fart came a few minutes later.
Cookie waving your arms like a Madagascar penguin: You didn’t hear anything.