Listen! Do You Smell Something??

Ah, it gives me pride as I watch my children grow and develop. My youngest child, my 4-year-old, who I have been home with since before he was two, constantly amazes me with the layers of personality and ability he develops almost daily.

Today, I am especially proud with how smoothly and professionally he displayed...

Fart humour.

Not just plain old fart humour; he mastered the tricky "blame somebody else" variation.

Let me explain.

Mom had left the house at 7am for work, and I crashed back in bed. As is common, I had a few visitors in bed with me... my two regulars, in fact. The 4-year-old, and the 8-year-old girl. (They are kind of like magic sometimes. In the morning, they're just *there*. We don't know how or when they arrive, they were in their own bed last time we checked... yet here they are. But I digress...)

So anyway, we're all kind of awake, just warm and snuggly. I'm on the end. The 4-year-old is in the middle, snugged up against me, facing away from me with his bum against my chest (this will have significance shortly). Next to him is the 8-year-old.

So there we are. Silence. Then, the 4-year-old executes the event which puts the story into action.

THHHHHPPPPTTTTTTT. Then, for punctuation.... THHPPT.

I think the reverberation against my rib cage helped the sonic intensity.

He masterfully pauses for slight emphasis, then says...

"Dad did it."

Bra-vo. Well played.

We laugh.

To signify my appreciation of such a gracefully executed maneuver, I contribute my own response:

"Yes. It was me. I farted.... FROM MY CHEST!! Right here, WHERE YOUR BUTT IS!!"

They are laughing uproariously at this point.

"Normally, I like to fart from my BUTT. But today, just for a change of pace, I thought I'd fart FROM MY CHEST!!!"

They nearly pass out.

After a few more seconds of laughing, we all bask in the after-laugh. At which point the little boy says...

"It was really me."

Which killed us. Like we didn't really *know* that... but somehow, it was honest, funny, and even kind of sweet.

And "sweet" is not a word that often occurs anywhere near the word "fart".




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By the way, any of you who recognized the title of my post as a quote from "Ghostbusters"....well, you need to get out a little more often!