After an hour and a half of getting Himself to wind up early and get into bed (and after he said nights Laurel sleeps in our bed reminds him to go to bed at a reasonable hour, ha) I'm checking my e-mail for the last time when I hear a very loud fart come from his side of the bed.

And he has the gall to say, "Oh, Laurel."

I should seriously consider getting a copy of Good Families Don't and make him read it aloud. Repeatedly.