I was getting ready for work this morning and I glanced over at D, who was still asleep. He was just curled up so cute and I was taken aback by a swell of emotion and the thought that I'm so lucky to have him...
...and just then he loudly farted three times in a row.
DH farted in his sleep last night and the smell woke me up. Gag!
Bahaha. This happened to us once. Not only did the smell wake me up, I kicked him out of bed and made him sleep on the couch. Poor half asleep, groggy H had no idea what was going on.