Me: So that's two mornings in a row you've overslept. What happened?
Son: I slept through my alarm.
Me: You need a back-up alarm. Do you have one?
Son: Yes (pointing toward his bookshelf).
Me: And... you already feel bad enough without me harping on it.
Walked into hubby's room. Yes, we have separate bedrooms. That's one of the reasons why we also have such a good and happy marriage. I use the word "pop" instead of fart. I was raised that way so I figure why stop now.
Me: Hi. (Sniff, sniff, sniff). It smells like someone popped in here.
Hubby: Someone did. Several times.
Me: Nice seeing you (quick exit).