Sunday, September 23, 2012

Who reads this shit anyway?

I try not to talk about Kid A constantly because there was a time in my life not too long ago when I was not a parent, and therefore not really interested in hearing about some baby's every move. That being said, this kid does things on a daily basis that make me laugh almost to the point of tears. One thing I should add here is that this is a story about farts. Mr. F is not a fan, and I would argue that I might be farting's biggest fan. I don't think a day will come where I don't think farts are funny. We make a great couple. I guess This proves the old "opposites attract" theory. And thus ends our science discussion for the day.

Let's get down to the real business. I'll warn you again. If you think farts are gross, and you don't want to read about me farting, take a hike and come back next time.

I was washing dishes after a particularly messy dinner. Kid A was not in his usually great mood, and was bothering me, trying to get me to pick him up. So I was standing at the sink and he was trying to wedge himself between me and the cabinets, banging his head into my crotch and trying to push me away from the sink. His little struggle was so adorable that I just let him push me back a little bit.

I should also explain that he's been speaking a little bit of French lately. I have no idea where he got it from. He puts a "le" in front of things. As in "le fork." he's so worldly!

So there we are, me standing there trying to finish up the dishes, him head butting me in the legs, and then it happened. I farted. The head butting stopped and he walked around behind me. He poked me in the butt with his fat little finger. As he was poking, he looked up at me and said, "le poop?" "le POOP?"

Yeah. My kid thought I shit my pants. I don't think I ever laughed so hard.


let's get awkward!