Something you have to understand about my family is that flatulence is almost as much of the Thanksgiving tradition as the turkey dinner. Tonight after we had all finished eating turkey, I passed some gas while sitting next to my niece. My brother thought that it was her, and so I tried to pass it off on her simply for embarrassment purposes.
Me: "Geez, how do you ever expect to find a boyfriend if you're always farting like that?"
My daughter in my niece's defense: "Well, how do you Dad?"
Me: "I'm not actually looking for a boyfriend, so I think I'm ok."
My daughter: "Well how do we know that?"