The other night I went to bed after DH, and of course woke Moe.  I endured
her laps around the bed, and she finally settled in the crook of my knees (I
was laying on my side).  Almost as soon as she settled, I got the proverbial
crook in my left knee (which is the side I was *trying* to sleep on).  So I
had to straighten that leg, and disturb Miss Moe again.  Well, she saw my
feet moving and pounced on them.  My movement also stirred up a little
rumbly in my tumbly, and I let loose with a
fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffftt-at-at-at-at-at-at (I'm serious, that
what it sounded like) of a fart.  Moe heard that noise and then, in her
eagerness to protect Mommy and Daddy from any and all greeblings, pounced on
my butt.  Needless to say she quickly left (probably wondering just what the
heck I'd eaten to make that sort of smell, and gasping for breath to boot),
and I got the giggles and could NOT get to sleep.