It was the winter solstice, the day the sun stands still then changes directions to bring us more light and eventually warmth for the summer to come. I was churning through the usual routine to get my family ready to go - breakfast then washing, and then dressing and getting to the car. This procedure can take some time for my 3 and 4 year old, and sometimes even more time for the misses. It was near 11:00 and my family was almost ready to go (record time!). The misses was putting the finishing touches on her face, my youngest was putting her boots on, and I was combing the hair of my oldest child. Combing and styling a four year old girls hair is difficult for me because I lack experience with braiding, ponytails, barrettes, and the like - and a four year old is a perpetual moving target. But, as with everything, I try my best. I was trying to make a pony tail on top of her head, and while I was working on it she had slowly slithered down from a standing to sitting position between the couch and coffee table making it impossible to proceed. So, I called her name and asked her to stand, but Sponge Bob garners much more of her attention than my voice, so I grabbed her around the waist to pull her back up as the misses entered the room. The unexpected pressure on my daughters belly squeezed out a fart as she stood. She looked at me, then at her mother and said "Oh my daddy farted!" and waived her hand in front of her nose. Four years old, and already blaming me when she farts. I couldn't be prouder. Merry Christmas everyone, Merry Christmas.