So, we had pizza for dinner tonight. As such, I needed to take some Gas-X. (This is more information than I intended to share, but it’s relevant to the story.) So I went into the bathroom, where Poppy was taking her bath. I can’t remember whether or not she asked what I was doing, but Rockford volunteered to her that I had gas.

So she wrote a little song about it. It goes like this:

Mommy’s got some gas,
Mommy’s got the gas!
Mommy’s got some gas!
Mommy’s got 10 gas!
and on, and on, and on, and on