Dane the detective

My dad worked for the FBI for 28 years. I have always felt like I inherited his intuition/detective genes. And it looks like those were passed on to Dane.

Tonight at dinner Paul let one fly/passed gas/farted whatever you want to call it. And the following conversation occurred:

Dane: "Eww, who was that?"
Dad: "Mom"
Meanwhile i'm pointing to Paul.
Dane: "Are you playing with me? Who did it?"
Mom: "Dane, who do you think would be telling you the truth about this? Who would be lying?"
Dane: I know how i can figure it out. I can sniff you both.
Laughs!
Dane: Mom, i can sniff you right here. (as he touches my hip and bends down to sniff my backside). Then right away stands up.
Dane (pointing at dad): It was you, Dad! Gross.

Dane, you sure are a thinker. We love your ingenuity in problem-solving.