Tonight when I got home from bishopric meeting, Lindsay was crying because she had forgotten to drink her milk before bed. I went upstairs to comfort her, and I ended up hanging out in her room for about 15 minutes or so. We were talking about miscellaneous stuff, and I let out a little tiny toot. One of my favorite things about Lindsay is that she will laugh at anything with me; all I have to do is start laughing, and she will bust a gut right along with me. So after I tooted, I started laughing, and so did she. We laughed for about 30 seconds, and then she got a look on her face that was a cross between serious and confused (if you’ve ever seen the look where she furrows her brow when she’s thinking hard about something, that’s the one). She looked me in the eye and said, “Wait … why is that funny?” I didn’t have an answer.