evidently my son is full of genteel manners today.
"whooof! That really stinks."
Dad: "What stinks, did you poot?"
Trev: "Yeah.... I think that was, uh... today's ham sandwich!"
I feel I should apologize for my absurd and irreverent observations, but it appears that the only things that are able to get through the melancholy and "working" mind are of the most crude and obvious.
Let's hope that my wits return soon!