Tonight mom and I were relaxing after wrapping gifts, and i was laying at one end of the couch and she was sitting at the other. Jasper, our lovely dog, decides to lay in the middle of the couch. She lays so that her head is in my mom's lap, and her behind is on my abdomen, about five or six inches from my face. The following conversation happens:
Me: If she farts I am done for!
Mom: *Snorts* She won't fart.
Jasper the Dog: *lifts her leg a little and readjusts position couch happily*
Me: She moved her leg, and probably farted.
Mom: *rolling her eyes* She won't fart.
Me: Yeah you're probably-- *noxious fumes hit my nostrils* Oh! Oh my gawsh! *gasp cough* She farted!
Cue me and mom bursting into giggles.
We are so mature!