Yesterday afternoon Lumpyhead was sitting in his high chair when he asked "Can I give you a cuddle?" He raised his arms and waited.
I walked over from the kitchen. "Of course!" I said happily.
He leaned toward me. When I reached him, he grinned and said "I farted."
That announcement was unnecessary; I would have figured it out all by myself a half-second later when I got a face full of stink as I hugged him.
Not only did he set a stink trap, he baited it with affection. And that little "lean" thing? It wasn't to get closer to me like I thought. He was raising one butt cheek so he could really let 'er rip.