Blaim It on The Dogs.

Farting is a much loved and respected tradition in our family, going back generations. My dad, fore instance,was Provincial Champion 7 years running and could fart the Danish National Anthem in D-minor.

This talent sometimes skips a generation, and being the lady that I am,I never fart.Fortunately Sean's genetic superiority in that department, has obviously produced some very gifted children.Cody ,we think, may be savant.

Even though Cody is showing serious talent, he is still an amateur. Signs of beginners denial are beginning to show. A couple of nights ago, after a hefty helping of cauliflower, he let rip a particularly impressive one. Now being the progressive parents we are, we believe in praising our children loud and often.So Sean was there with the "Nice one, Codes." To which Cody,without missing a beat, calmly said: " It wasn't me, it was the Dog". Kira ,with her acute observational skills,reminded us that we don't have a dog

As it turns out, we have had a lot of dogs around the house lately.
This morning it was Sean's turn to channel the phantom pooches. Cody, looking quite amused, and checking out the offending area, announces: "Who let the dogs out?"

It is my deepest wish, as a proud mother, that my son, one day, will acknowledge his legacy and follow in his forefathers footsteps.We had hoped that he could fart the South African National Anthem at the opening ceremony of the up coming World Cup.But alas,with only a month left till the big event, he has only mastered two of the three languages needed.

Take care and laugh a little.