The fart heard next door

James' uncle is staying with us for a few days before those two head off to Chicago. We've never had company before because, well, we just moved in.

Sometime before seven this morning, I heard a distant fart.

I said to James, "Was that Mike?"

James said nothing because he was thinking, "Obviously."

Mike answered my question, "Yes."

Pause.

I don't even know how to respond to this situation, especially since I was giggling.

Mike says, "Good Morning."

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Listening to: the dishwasher
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