A big smell from a small boy

So I'm sitting on the couch with Jack while Tom and I are watching Project Runway, when an overwhelmingly-awful smell fills my nostrils.

Me (in exasperation and disgust): "Is that YOU?!"

Tom: "What ..."

Me: "That smell. It smells like rotten eggs."

Tom (actually checking to see if it's him): "No ..."

Me: "Is it the litter box? I mean ... Wait a second ..."

I put my face to Jack's diaper.

Me: "Oh my gosh, it's JACK!"

I was in true disbelief. The boy channeled the gastrointestinal system of a beer-drinking, fast-food eating, middle-aged man. He is 11 weeks old.

He looked at me, grinned and cooed.

I fear for what the future holds.