Today B learned how to be a man. Or at least a boy.
Anthony taught him how to lift his leg and fart. Not a real fart, just fart noises with his mouth. Isn’t that precious? It’s like the first time they smile. Or the first time they giggle. Or how about the first step. This is truly that exciting.
Except that it’s not. Is it a right of passage for boys? What is it with boys and fart noises? Or the real thing for that matter!
There we were, enjoying a nice game Phase 10 Dice with the kids for Family Home Evening when all of the sudden, Anthony is showing B how to lift his leg and make a fart sound.
Oh the kids thought it was hilarious! B caught on quickly. He realized that every time he did it, he got a roar of laughter.
Anthony: Hey B, do this (lifts leg and makes fart noise.)
B: (lifts and makes noise)
Kids: (burst of laughter)
Me: Ok guys, that’s enough.
Anthony: Oh c’mon, it’s funny!
Me: Ok, but that’s… (before I can finish, B lifts and makes another noise) enough. We don’t need him doing that.
Anthony: Wouldn’t that be funny if he did it at church (B lifts and makes noise… roar of laughter from kids. Anthony can hardly contain himself) in the middle of nursery?
Me: Yeah, hilarious… umm, no.
Ok, so I admit, it was really kind of funny in the comfort of our own home with no one else around. And here I am telling you so that you can think we’re the biggest weirdies on the planet. Can we still be friends?
Here’s to me finding my sense of humor and bracing myself for several years of fart noises and stinky boy stuff ahead!
P.S. B learned an important lesson yesterday as well. Dark brown sidewalk chalk is not sidewalk chalk at all. **shudder** Just FYI.