Wednesday, May 12, 2004

Shattering The Mood

Last night I was sitting on the couch, holding John. His eyes were very heavy and he was lying in my lap quietly, about to go to sleep. The lights were dim, the TV was turned down.

Sonya came over and kissed him on the head.

"Mommy loves you," she said quietly, "yes she does."

"Go ahead and go to sleep," I murmured, "we'll be here when you wake up."

We were having a nice little our-little-Dakota-is-a-precious-gift-from-God moment.

And then John let rip one of the loudest farts I've ever heard from anyone, young or old. He opened his eyes wide and smiled.

If it were possible for two people to die from too much laughter John would be an orphan.

"You totally ruined the moment, kid!" I told him once I recovered. He just grinned.

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