I think I’ve mentioned before that we don’t even bother with the cuter, less crude terms for passing gas in my house. Since I, personally never brought it up, my children first learned what this bodily function was called from my husband. And no amount of “call it ‘tooting’ please” admonishing has any effect on this state of affairs.
So I’d like to wish Chris a happy 38th birthday today by reporting two conversations I had with the twins in the car earlier on the subjects of farting and aging.
Discussion #1
Eleanor: I farted. Hee-hee.
Me: Sweetie say, “excuse me” or keep it to yourself.
Eleanor: Mommy, you don’t fart. Daddy says you never do.
Me: Everyone does. Some of us just keep it to ourselves.
Eleanor: I like farting.
Me: Yes, I’m aware of this.
George: I don’t like farting. It’s gross. [point of interest: this is a lie – he just likes to disagree with his sister]
Eleanor: Well I do. I don’t think it’s gross. I think it’s fun.
Me: Sorry honey, I’m with George. I think it’s gross. We can stop talking about it now…
Eleanor: You know Mommy, you’re not always right about everything.
Me: No – I’m not. I’m usually right about things. But in this situation there isn’t a right or wrong. Some people like it and some people don’t. It’s just a matter of preference. “Agree to disagree” and all that.
Eleanor: You and George don’t like it.
Me: Right. But you can like whatever you want. Don’t let other people tell you what you can and can’t like.
Eleanor: Okay. I like farting. And Daddy likes it. And so does Mr. Mike.
Me: That’s great honey. Looks like you’ve found your tribe.
Discussion #2 (transpiring immediately after Discussion #1)
Eleanor: How old is Daddy going to be?
Me: His birthday is today. He’s thirty-eight.
Eleanor: But what is he going to be?
Me: Well, he just turned thirty-eight, so a year from today, he’ll turn thirty-nine.
Eleanor: And what are you going to be.
Me: My birthday is next month, and I’m going to be thirty-nine.
Eleanor: So you’re thirty-nine?
Me: No, I’m thirty-eight now, and in a month I’ll be thirty-nine. Then a whole year from then, I’ll turn…
Eleanor: Thirty-eight!
Me: Exactly.
So now that we have all of that ironed out…
Happy birthday to my wonderful husband who is thirty-eight and still likes farting. Stay gold Ponyboy…stay gold….
Hysterical. I love her logic, of course.
Happy Birthday Chris!
Heehee! Happy Birthday to your hubby!
happy birthday chris!!!
yes. perfect logic!
xx
Happy Birthday Chris!
We have a farting problem in our home which resulted in all of the children at story time slowly sliding away from my son….until he was sitting alone in the center of the room.
Ahhh, Pony Boy! Love it. Happy Birthday, Chris! We were on Team Toot for about 7 years, but now we are firmly on Team Fart. Yippee?
Nice Outsiders reference! Happy birthday to Chris.
Funny post!
Any mom who duct tapes her babies diapers is a friend of mine. + I live with 4 professional farters and as the only female in the house, I can beat them and raise them any time…
Happy Birthday to Chris!
We have mostly managed to keep the kids saying that they "passed gas." Honestly? My daughter is the worst one out of all of them. I can't believe the noises that come out of that little body!
Ponyboy, bwah ha ha!
I like her math. 38 forever!
Ponyboy: thumbs up. Farting: thumbs down. I'm the only "private" one in my house, in fact, Mooch will often interrupt conversation to announce "excuse me; I farted." Polite little girl, huh? But deadly.
LOL…that is a riot, Kate! I am turning 39 in September so I guess we are both '72 babies. Have a great week, Sista! xo
Hysterical! She looks like such a little angel and out of her mouth comes…God knows what!
Happy Birthday Chris! I heard that it was great and You deserve it.
Love,
Jo