Sunday, January 20, 2008


I think that people have been laughing about flatulence since the beginning of time. I don't know why God created the human body to make the noises that it does, but I can only imagine Cain and Abel were cracking each other up with it before things turned sour in the teen years.


But NOTHING cracks my kids up more than anything related to farting. Just the very word will send them into hysterics.


So we've had a discussion about this, because they've been known to bring up this bodily function at extremely inappropriate times. Now, the problem is, I hate to hear Bailey use the word "fart." It just sounds so crass coming from her sweet little mouth. But I can't make Brad say "poot" or "toot," because that's just too feminine. So at dinner the other night, we decided that Bailey is allowed to use "poot" or "toot," and Brad should just say "pass gas." He's the one that came up with that, by the way.


I know you may be wishing I had kept this side of our family dynamics to myself, but I had to share what had me in bent-over hysterics last night.


First of all, you must know that Bradley is the king of stalling. There is no kid in America that has this down better than him. He is physically unable to go to bed without coming downstairs at least once, several times more than that if his daddy hasn't had it with him yet.


So last night, Bradley comes down and says, "I think I want to be a doctor when I grow up."


"You do? Why?"


"Well, when people come in and don't know what's wrong with them, I'll just ask them, 'Do you have a headache? Fever? Uncontrollable gas?'" At which point he just cracks himself up, and Jeff and I do a really bad job of trying to hide our amusement. I can't believe he made up this whole scenario, just so he could use the phrase "uncontrollable gas."


So immediately after he tells some other joke that wasn't really funny and we both just look at him. He says, "I stink."


I, being the ever-so-conscious-of-my-child's-self-esteem mother say, "You do not!"


He goes, "No, seriously. You don't want to come over here."


Next show at 11. :)

3 comments:

Kristen said...

Ouch. my sides are hurting from laughing. oh my... the sign of things to come for me...

Anonymous said...

Oh - it's starting at my house too! The joy of boys! And my two feed off of each other and laugh hysterically for hours upon hours. The hubby doesn't help at all either! :)

Seth said...

Bodily functions play a big part in our daily lives. Our 4 yr old could burp on demand at 8 months. He has successfully taught the 2 year old to do this now. THAT is a proud big brother! But this is dwarfed by the pride Dad felt when the six yr old (while wrestling) announced, "My super power is farting!" and then let one rip. thanks for the laugh and making me feel a little closer to normal.