Last night my father taught my son how “pull my finger” works.
It isn’t as if he waited until the twins were five to show them, but now Ian has the secret.
You have to wait until you actually have to fart.
Last night Ian pulled off his first effective job. He rushed over to me “Mommy! Mommy! Quick! Pull my finger!”
And I did.
And it was good.
It’s the circle of life and it moves us all.