So, yesterday in the car, Pickle and I had a conversation that went something like this:
P: Excuse me.
P: I farted. And it was so quiet you couldn't even hear it! (burst of maniacal laughter) Mama? Why are farts funny?
me: (defeated) I don't know sweetie, I really don't.
P: Well...they DO eat birds.
P: Yeah! Farts eat birds. But only small ones, Small birds. (pause) Do you wanna talk about bones?
Gotta love the mind of a four year old boy.