Since I met my husband he has this hate for farts.
He detests them.
I found this out briefly after I let one sneak out about 10 years ago. I literally thought he was never going to speak to me again.
I've never heard him fart. Well maybe a few times, but just in his sleep. And I can't even tell him about it because he denies it. What's the fun in that?
About 4 years ago we had to have a talk about a fart "allowance".
The talk went like this....
Me: Babe sometimes you need to just fart?!
Him: I don't.
Me: Seriously. What am I supposed to do? It's not like I'm doing it out in public or in the bed and giving you a dutch oven?
Him: Farting belongs in the bathroom
Me: So if I have to fart, you want me to run to the bathroom?
Because farts make him disgusted, I will now go to the bathroom to fart.
I can walk into the bathroom and talk to him with the door open and fart, as long as I'm in the bathroom however he will usually call me a sick bitch after the said event.
Now why bring up this topic? Because Charlotte farts like a champ!!!! And I love it. For all of those years that I had been denying myself relief from a fart, this little kid just lets em rip.
And I think it's just hilarious.
Now let one rip and say "this one's for you Josh" and get back to work!