Yesterday, I noticed that Stryker was farting as accentuation.
"Yeah, that song was awesome, Mom" Fart.
"I'm tired." Fart.
"Sometimes a man needs a snack, Mom." Fart.
"Hey, that's my chair!" Fart.
When I tucked him in -- and he was all soft and floppy and sweet--I told him that farting was actually a choice one makes with one's body and not an inviolable right. Furthermore, this choice was no longer available to him.
"But I can't help it! I have to fart," he objected.
That's why we have three bathrooms in this house, honey. Go find one. And I also told him that when he was living in a college dorm, he could get as stinky and gross as he wanted--he could fart all day.
"Why, you could even grow armpit mold for that matter," I told him.
That was his takeaway. "Armpit mold. I think I'll like the college life, Mom."
Sure. Good luck on the girlfriend part, honey.
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Boys are a breed apart. Mine belch on command and have armpit farting contests. I don't remember EVER doing these things. Armpit mold...something I've never considered.
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It's surprising how they are able to attract girlfriends despite the farting, etc.
Armpit mold? I've never checked my boys for that. Don't want to.
(Perhaps I'll ask the girlfriends...)
What a hoot!
My 7- and 8.5-year-old boys have discovered the joy of burping contests.
And I have to admit that the other night during a family Scrabble game it was their mother who, left high and dry with really, really bad letters, came up with "farting" for a triple word score. I will never forget the stunned look on my husband's face. Or the look of new appreciation from the boys!
euuuuuuuuuu!!! Funny, tho ;-)
What a charmer. Like all smart young men, he will curb his farting when the right girl comes along, and then he will marry her and immediately begin farting. The end.
I tried to entertain (and bond with) my 9-year old daughter by burping different words (ralph is an easy word in case you want to try). She was not amused. I guess girls are a breed apart!
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