A Blast In The Night

It's late, or early, depending on how you see things. Lauren comes walking in and looks like she wants to crawl in bed with us. I say "OH NO, what is the matter". Can't sleep. GREAT. I tell her to use the bathroom and get a drink of water and go back to bed. Jim then takes her back to bed. When he comes back he tells me that her stomach hurts. I get up and get a pepto. I go to her room. She's in bed and crying. DOUBLE GREAT. I remind her that we will be seeing the doctor in the morning. More tears. I need to "change the channel". This is an expression we use for getting the kids to switch from crying or tantrum to something else. Preferably happy. What to do, I'm tired, what to do. Suddenly, the is a blast in the night. It's Jim, with gas. HOLY CRAP, that was loud. That did it. Now both Lauren and I are laughing. I leave her and go back to bed where, for once, I am grateful for Jim having gas.