Coming Clean

Flatulence is Funny

Okay … so … those of you who know me … this isn’t new.

BUT!!! I’m beginning to believe it is genetic.

Case in point, at Josh’s birthday party a few weeks ago, my extended family was gathered in the den talking about burps, farts, and other bodily noises … at which point Jason turns to me and says, “Well, at least you come by it honestly … POOP!”

But, it gets even better.

One night a few weeks ago, I was tucking Josh in for bed, and we generally say an Our Father (aka Lord’s Prayer) before I head out for the night. So there we are, me lying beside Josh with his back to me saying our prayer. As we were saying it, Josh lets out a little toot as we reach “and forgive us our tresspasses” to which I append, ” and toots,” … cue Josh giggling … but I press on … “as we forgive those who tresspass and toot against us” … at which point Josh’s giggling becomes an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

And it doesn’t stop there.

William has bad gas. When he passes gas, you generally have to check his drawers to make sure there isn’t a little present in there waiting for you – and I’m not talking about a toaster! (… Family Guy reference had to be made …) Well, as with all little habitual routines, when we realize he is still unsoiled, we generally say, “You’re stinkie!”

The other day, William quite audibly passes gas … and says, in his cute little toddler voice, “I stinkie! *giggle, giggle*”

Now, if you’re still not laughing … or don’t at least have some kind of weird smile on your face … I don’t know how we’ll ever be friends … but I’ll try anyways. Just don’t mind the farts, please.