At the dinner table once, my daughter passed gas loudly, and started giggling.
"Next time it happens, say 'Excuse me'," we told her.
A minute later, my wife and I hear:
"Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
Excuse me."
We started silently laughing into our food.
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