It's a regular pit of gross...
We have this ritual in the morning. They come in my bed, and if Dad isn’t there—because he’s too snore-y and stinky, they don’t want to ever get into bed with him. But we cuddle up and we talk about everything from what is a period to the big topic of when we get a dog: what kind?
So big Daddy Barack snores, evidently flatulates with his women in the room, and mommy talks menstruation...
EEEAAACCCKKKK...(smacking mouth open)... just because these things may be part of every family's experience (or so Michelle Obama thinks) is it really necessary to discuss it in Glamour Magazine?