The Crazy Stuff that happens

As I sit here pumping, I am thinking about what just happened and can't help but laugh to myself....
I was awakened from a deep sleep at 2:00 am to the most horrible sound I've ever heard... Something like a squealing pig meets a freight train. It was my husband, he was very sick to his stomach and I could heard him all the way from the bathroom.
Earlier this evening: we roasted weenies with the kids and told ghost stories. Incidentally, we had told them at 2:00am this mangled person would come moaning at the front door.
So I stood there frozen. I knew at any moment all the kids would wake up screaming at the sound of the "moaning man", mistaking their dad's waling guts for that of the forewarned monster. Moments later, my husband emerged from the bathroom and told me he was going to take a bath to try and feel better. I laid back down and heard another crazy sound. Like a high pitched meowing and a duck quacking. I assumed it was my husband. Farting in the bathtub. I heard this sound a few more times. Poor husband. His stomach must have been really bad. Then I heard the same sound, but playing a tune. It was "The Yellow Rose of Texas". Could my husband really be farting? In the bathtub? To the tune of "The Yellow Rose of Texas"???
I decide to be brave. Sit the pumping aside. And go check this out for myself. I stood outside the bathroom door, listening carefully. Nothing. I walked back to the living room to finish pumping and heard it AGAIN. But this time, I could tell it was coming from my daughter's room. I went in to find her sleeping under her bed, rolling on a kitty cat piano from Target. I scooped her back in bed and went back to pump, finding myself so relieved that my sweet husband was not the bathtub melody maker I thought he was.
Later, he told me he heard the sounds also and assumed it was me!