Flik: (In the sing-songiest voice you can imagine. Almost like na-na-nana-na.) I ju-ust fart-ed. (giggles)
Mommy: (In an exasperated, but Motherly tone) Flik, I'd really like you to stop doing that.
Flik: (pauses for a moment, then sounding confused) You don't want me to fart anymore?
Mommy: No, Flik. You can fart. I don't want you to think it's funny.
I look at Daddy and we both start laughing at the absurdity of the non-sense I just uttered. I asked my four-year-old son to stop thinking farts are funny. How about I start with getting my 36-year-old husband to stop thinking they're funny first. Ah well, parenting is done on the fly. Sometimes the words come out before your brain can think of the optimal response. It happens.