Oh the joys of boys and homeschooling....
Wyatt and Tate both had a math test to do this morning. As Gunnar and I do a lot of talking in working through his math, Wyatt often takes his work across the hall to his bedroom so he can work uninterrupted. Tate, who prefers to stay closer to me, just flips his hearing aid off and then our chattering doesn't bother him.
Gunnar, my sweet, darling, innocent (looking), adorable Gunnar, snuggled toward me lovingly and loosed a startlingly loud "out-gassing" in Tate's general direction.
He looked at me, then looked at Tate - blissfully unaware, for the moment - then waggled his eyebrows and said, "Little does he know that his DOOM approaches."
It's a wonder we get anything done at all.