Four Brunettes and a Redhead

Four Brunettes and a Redhead

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Life's a Gas (at least in my family anyway....)

What is it about passing gas that is SSSSOOOO funny to my children? Ok, well, it is kind of funny I suppose but good grief, I feel like we could manufacture our own natural resource or something!
Last week, I was at home with little man and he was sitting at the kitchen counter playing with play dough. He was also EXTREMELY gassy and coincidentally sitting on a wooden bar stool which made the problem seem even louder than normal. At first he thought it was just hilarious but eventually had done it enough times that it did not even phase him until finally one was SO LOUD that he looked at me, and very calmly said, "Whew Mama, that one almost blew me out into outer space!" and then went right back to his play dough. The week before that the diva queen and I were sitting at the kitchen table and she was, you guessed it, passing gas. She is one who feels like maybe you didn't hear her do it so she thinks she should announce it to you and yes, she announces it EVERY time she does it, be it at home, in Walmart, at church, she doesn't care. Anyway, she had just finished her latest round when she started to recount how someone else had "pooted" and it went something like this: Her - "Deeeeeeaaahhh pooooottteeedd", Me - "Dad pooted?", Her - "Deeeeeeaaahhh pooooottteeedd", Me - "They pooted?", Her - "Deeeeeeaaahhh pooooottteeedd", Me - "Who pooted?" I knew I wasn't getting it right because she kept repeating it. This is my clue to keep guessing. Next she started inserting mouth sounds to let me know what it sounded like in an effort to help me figure it out. Now the conversation was going like this, Her - "Deeeeeeaaahhh pooooottteeedd, thththththtppppplllllllttttttt", Me - "Dad pooted?", Her - "Deeeeeeaaahhh pooooottteeedd, thththththtppppplllllllttttttt", Me - "Door pooted?" , etc. etc. Finally after about twenty rounds of this I figured out what she was talking about. Apparently she had been watching the outdoor channel with her daddy and they had played a video of a real deer that actually passed gas on camera. The only reason I even eventually figured it out is because I guarantee the redneck man and our two oldest children replayed that video at least 50 times and I did happen to be in the room on a few of those. So translation: Her - "Deer pooted, like this, thththththtpppplllllllttttttt."
I guess I should just be thankful that life seems to provide such easy entertainment for my family! They keep me laughing, that's for sure! Can't wait to see what blows in next week!