Will You Still Love Me?

Okay, he's only four.  How does he know about these naughty things?

I was praising Gabe today for all of the beautiful Christmas artwork that he brought home from school.  I told him how much I loved him, and this is how the conversation went from there:

Gabe:  Will you still love me if I don't make art?

Me:  Yes.

Gabe:  I'm passing gas.

Me:  Okay.

Gabe:  Will you still love me if I pass gas?

Me:  Yes.

Gabe:  Will you still love me if I pass gas in your face?

Me:  No.  I mean, yes.  But that's not a nice thing to do, and it's very yucky.

Three (four, if you count Henry) boys in this house...............it's going to an interesting ride!