Moring Fart n' Strech yeilds chuckles

T has a real sense of humor. He was making his morning pilgrimage toward the base board of our bed when I blocked him with my feet to keep him from falling over the edge. He rolled onto his back and didn't make an effort to get up. It was dark, but I could see him laying there looking up at me stretching his little arms over his head (or at least a close to over his head as short 14.5-month-old arms go) when he farted into the silence. A split second later he laughed, an impish sneaky little chuckle, like he'd shared a very clever joke. I burst out laughing and T laughed along with me. He's funny and he knows it.