Girls are made of...

I'd just gotten in from work the other night and as I passed Audrey in the hall I was overcome with "gosh, she's so adorable." She was looking at me like she had really missed me so I stopped to give her a squeeze.

I held her face in my hands, rubbing her cheeks, "My lovely, my lovely, my lovely..." and she grinned up at me right as she said:

"Fire in the hole!" and promptly farted. Nothing silent or dainty about it.

Somehow, I don't think that hot air was supposed to be the "spice" in "sugar and spice."