My destiny is in your hands

Staying over at the Badgers in their guest room which is pitch black with no windows, it could be noon and feel like midnight in there. Jack was trying to wake me up and I swear it felt like it was only 6 AM, but it was more like 8:30 and Jack was cojoling me to turn cartoons on for him and says

Come on mom, just turn on some cartoons.
It's OK mom, just some cartoons.

OK, OK (I say reaching for the remote in the dark).

My destiny is in your hands mommy.

Catching farts

We were visiting the Badgers in Olympia this weekend and Jack was lazing around on their big leather chair and ottoman. I was sitting at the table with Brooke and Sally and look over at him and he's got his hands down his pants and I ask him:

Hey Jack, what are you doing?

Catching my fart.

He cupped his hand perfectly over the "air" to catch it and smell it. His-terical! The super funny thing is, he's never done this, no one in our family does it and I don't know where he learned it. He does it every time he farts and it is disgusting and I die laughing every time!