apologies to anyone with delicate sensitivites

so the other day, i was in my kitchen. Stacey and Liv were just outside the door, in the family room, out of sight.

now, i had to... well... pass gas REALLY badly. i had hoped to be able to sneak it out, but this was not meant to be. i let out a long, LOUD, obnoxious sound.

my wife, ever the tactful one, yells in from the other room "WHAT was THAT noise??!?!!?". i think she thought i had just launched myself into orbit.

ala Rodney Dangerfield in "CaddyShack", i replied "Somebody must have stepped on a duck!".

my darling daughter, in all innocence, says "Where is the duck? Can i see the duck?". i, while trying not to laugh, said "He must have flown away".

for the rest of the day, Liv kept asking about the mysterious duck that was in our kitchen that afternoon.