i have a lot of farts

i just had dinner. lots of beans. yummy.
walking home, this little kid was just suddenly next to me. smiling. so we chatted for a minute. i asked him how he was. the typical, literal response to that question here in el sal varies but includes: "im there," "im here," "good," "shitty," etc. This kid's responds with enthusiasm. and not in one sentence. he tells me that school was good, he's got a new girl friend, and he's about to have dinner with his family, among other things. im half a sleep on two legs, but listening and enjoying his answer. then he asks me, "and you, how are you, sir?"
i told him the truth, as best i could, in spanish: "I have a lot of farts."
Kid stopped right in his tracks. and so did i, just as i mustered one that shook the houses on the street. slowly, his slightly shocked face turned into the most sincere grin i have seen in a long time. he laughed with his whole body, and so did i, which made me fart more.
as we parted ways, he told me he hoped we would meet again. i told him i hoped so too.