Sometimes, Luna and I have these very deep conversations. She uses a very serious whisper-type voice. She makes intense eye contact. She places her hand on my cheek to make sure I am an active listener. And she e-nun-ci-ates with real intent.
Tonight, as we snuggled, we had one of those moments.
"Mama, farts stinks," she begins. "And, if you touch your butt, your hand smells really stinky."
I feel triumphant that my youngest child has realized, fully, these two wise lessons. They will carry her far in life, I'm sure.