Introspective

I debated whether posting this as it incriminates oneself, but if I must, I must. 

Last night, Cohen was playing in the floor of the living room.  One was on the way to the bathroom with a bit of an upset stomach.  One let out a brief, yet resonant sound from one's bottom as one passed said child.  In an instant, Cohen, still playing, said "I smell gas."  One preceded to the bathroom and erupted into laughter.