Just hope that they don't form an alliance and ambush you with the big guns!

A farting war? Unless they were projectile farting, I think "war" is an overstatement. Maybe farting skirmish. Or farting melee. A farting war must be fought with at least 20 men, preferably after consuming a keg of beer and several dime bags.

A friend of mine calls it Flatulence Tennis. If we assume your boyfriend is not your son's father, then it sounds like they are bonding, and that's a good thing, right? If we assume your boyfriend is your son's father, then it sounds like he's a chip off the old block, and that's a good thing, too, right? Either way, the two are finding a way to get along, and share something. Just tell them next time they should find a different place to do it, and say excuse me when they are done.

sense of smell? that's the worst thing? i make peoples' faces melt with my gassy aroma.

Like boyfriend like son.

At least now you know that they'll get along

So, the one that sharts first wins or loses?

But girls never fart!!!! ;)

I think you should've run to a different room once the first fart bomb dropped.

Wait for it relief