The internet is a great thing. It let’s you see news stories, do your shopping and listen to music. But there’s one thing missing…you can’t smell things.
I so wish you could, just so you could experience what I go through. Every single day. My boy is one lean, mean, farting machine. And boy does it pong!
What’s funny is that we get happy when he farts, as it means he is getting rid of his wind. He’s the only person I know who gets a round of applause for passing wind in public.
Hope this doesn’t persist later in life. You can just imagine him at counselling meetings later in life: “hi, my name’s Ayaan, and I’m a fartaholic”.
I’ve been told it gets worse once he’s on solids. Oh joy.
