The kids have been really snuggly lately.  They want to be held all of the time, and with Marty out of town for two weeks all of the holding responsibilities are left to me.  On one hand, I love it that they like to snuggle up with me because I know it won't last.  On the other hand, well, that means that sometimes I only have one hand or maybe no hands to spare.  And that can get exhausting when I'm trying to prepare dinner or carry laundry or change my clothes.  So with Marty gone and no hands to spare, my lap and arms have been full all the time.  This set of circumstances coincides with Martin having a lot of gas.  Which is not so pleasant for any of us since we're all together all the time.

Martin: (toot toot) Excuse me.
Sophie: Bless you.
Me: Martin, do you have to go to the bathroom?
Martin: Momma, can I sit with you?  Tell Sophie to move over.  I want to sit on your lap.
Me: Okay, but do you want to go to the bathroom first?  You have a lot of gas.
Martin: It's from my food.  Food gives me gas.  Like carrots, they give you LOTS of gas.
Me: Okay, sit down.
Martin: (toot toot) Excuse me momma, I had gas.
Me: Gross.
Sophie: Bless you.
Martin:  I'm going to sit next to you so I don't get my gas on you.

I can see it now, I'm only moments away from "pull my finger".  And we're totally going to lay off the carrots for awhile in case his theory holds true.