Knights in shining armor in training? Uh, maybe not.

Last night Big Dog was standing in the living room with his hand shoved down the back of his pants. When I asked him to please take his hand out of his pants, he replies with a big fart, then says in his wise old man voice, "But mommy, I wanted to cover the fart."
In classic mom style, I gave him a stern look before cracking up and completely losing my composure.
This kind of charming exchange is becoming more and more common. I try to be the good mom and try to train them in proper social skills, but honestly, I'm amused. My not-so-covert chuckles are probably ensuring they will be socially inappropriate and ready for a frat by they time they are 7.