Houston, we have a problem...
The girl loves to play inside of boxes of all sizes. This morning she was playing in a box just big enough to hold her if she crossed her legs. She had the top closed and was pretending to be an astronaut. All of a sudden, she exploded out of the top of the box and proclaimed, "I just farted and it smells like sausages. Do you have an air freshener?" I wonder how NASA deals with flatulence.