This morning, my son farted in the car. I rolled down the window and my kids shouted, "Why did you let the fart go away?" I told them it was time, and we thought about the wonderful things the fart would do in its lifetime: See the Grand Canyon, drift along the beaches of Thailand... maybe years from now, we'll even turn on the TV and see the fart celebrating New Year's Eve in Times Square with its fart wife and baby farts. My kids mock-sobbed for a while, but agreed it was for the best.With deepest apologies to Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Winds of Fate
A friend reports:
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Yeah! You sound like a fun parent. Growing up, my brother's farting was a constant source of family laughter. Mostly.
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