Farty Birthday

Finn and I had a lovely walk home from dinner last night - just us guys - where we alternately discussed who had farted last, who had farted loudest, and upon our return while lying in his bed last night, the proper method of cleaning a fart. (Spoiler alert: Per Finn, it's in the sink with a toothbrush.)

And so I say to you, Finn, on the third anniversary of your birth, that there is literally nowhere on Earth I would rather be than discussing farts with you.

Happy birthday, big guy.