Devil’s Fart

I woke up last night hungry. My growling stomach woke up Saxon, too. Being the sweetest thang in the world, she sat up and said, “I’ll go make us a snack.”

I don’t want you to think we make a habit of snacking in the middle of the night. I mean, there was that time Emma woke up and caught us in the kitchen eating red velvet cake at three a.m., but that was just that once.

Saxon came back to bed with little slices of pumpernickel bread smeared with cream cheese. As we ate, Saxon wondered aloud,...