"Momma," Daughter 2 said from the back seat between licks of her plain chocolate on a waffle cone, "Do you remember went we came over here for K's birthday party?"
I nodded my head and hummed an affirmative. My mouth was full of Rocky Road.
"I was so nervous, Momma," Daughter 2 continued.
Her sister, ever supportive, laughed and said, "I know! You thought you were going to jail for candy!"
"Well, yeah," Daughter 2 agreed, "But there was something more."
I stopped mid-chew of an almond. "What?" I said my mouth half-full, fearing what other stray path I had led my child down.
"I had to fart and people really don't like it when you fart in their homes."
She's wise beyond her years.