The scene: the bedroom in the morning.
A new father, running late for work, nevertheless takes a few minutes to tenderly hold his four-week-old son. The boy is cradled in his father’s left arm, head against the bend of his elbow, bum on his forearm, pressing tight against his father’s body.
The father strokes his son’s hair, smiles at him as the boy gazes up with his big dark eyes. The father leans down and gives him a kiss on the forehead. Tells his son he loves him.
A slight smile crosses the son’s face. The boy, unable to speak as yet, surely feels the love and responds in the only way he can:
He lets rip a big juicy fart right on his father’s arm.