what it's like when a first-grader masters the fine (?) art of the Armpit Fart. It's been ten years, after all, since the last time I had a first-grade boy.
It seems like every time I look at him, Little Brother has his shirt hiked up and is busily flapping away. It's really annoying, rather disgusting, and extremely funny all at the same time.
I just hope he doesn't do this in school. Bet he does it on the bus, though!