What was he thinking?

This morning my husband promised that I could sleep in. I love to sleep in. I haven't been able to do it for so long, it's not even funny. So, at 7:45 a.m. our daughter comes in to the bedroom, trying to wake me up. He tries to get her not to wake me up, by picking her up and trying to make her lay in the bed with us. Yeah, right. He should have known she wasn't going to go for that.

Finally, he gets her to calm down a bit, by just letting her sit on top of him while he's laying down. Great!!! I was on the verge of falling back asleep, almost in heavenly bliss, then....

RRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!

He passes the loudest, longest gas I have ever heard in my life. How the heck am I going to get any piece and quiet, if my husband is passing smelly gas right next to me. Gross. So, I get up out of the bed, and he can't figure out why.

What was he thinking?