While cuddling with Keesadilla before bed, he was adjusting the covers and I got a huge whiff of something foul.
Me: Keesadilla, did you fart?
Keesadilla: No. I think it was you.
Me: Umn, NO. I didn't fart. That was you.
Keesadilla: No, I think it was YOU. I smell you ALL DAY!
No arguing that with. Although, for the record, that bedtime bomb was NOT me.