Not what I thought

This morning I woke my boys up. I used to wake them up every morning, but I have been going to shul for the past few months, and my wife has become the new wake up guy.

Anyway, I was singing some made up song to get them out of bed, when my eight year old starting laughing.

I still got it, I thought. I can make him laugh. He must have known what I was thinking, though, because the next thing he said was "I wasn't laughing at you dad. I just farted about five times."

Causing him and his brother to break out hysterically laughing.