When I was about to unpack Molly from the car today when she looked at me and said with a smile, “Pull my finger!”  her little index finger was outstretched, waiting for me.  Like a sucker, I pulled her finger.  She just smiled, no fart sound or anything.  But she did get me in a sense… Her finger was all slimy and greasy from snot or something.  And within a few days, I was sick.  So I guess the laugh was on me. 🙂