Reid: Can I have some candy?

Me: No.

Reid: Please?

Me: No.

Reid: Come ON Mom! Please?!? I said 'Please'!

Me: No. THE ANSWER IS NO. Stop asking me, I am not changing my mind, leave it alone, or get out of my room!

Reid: (climbing on to bed next me)

Me: (in my head) awwwww, hes sorry for being a jerk, he wants to cuddle with me, hes...hes...hes sitting on my pillow?

Reid: (letting one rip, right on my pillow,) That's what you get. (raises eyebrows and shrugs shoulders)

Farting is BIG in the McCord house. A fart can be an answer to a question, a statement, or a question it self. I am no where nearly as talented in the fart department as Miah and the boys, I am still learning the expert craft of FOD (Farting on demand) It took me years to embrace the farting way of life, and when I finally did, it was like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. After all this time trying to fight it, I have finally been able to let go, kind of like a fart in it self, really. But this? This is bullshit.