Perils of backseat riding

Maybe it was the Taco Bell from the night before,
maybe it's just becuase that's the way he is,
but Antonio farted the entire way to school this morning.

Once there, I go back to get Julia out of her carseat and she has this frantic, pained look on her face.
As I'm unbuckling her from the seat, she's flapping her little arm trying to get out of the seat faster.

Then the smell hit me, mannn it was thick back there!
How terrible is it to be trapped in a reeking car and not even be able to complain about it?