“Was that you or her?” I asked my son from the front seat.
“Her,” he said with a chuckle. He’s constantly impressed and amused with his baby sister’s flatulence.
“Wow.” It really is shocking the volume of the sounds that can come from such a tiny human. It reminded me of Fridays dinner at my husbands grandparents. “You know on Friday, I had her sitting on the table that everyone else was eating at and she tooted. They all turned and looked at us…it was really loud. I think they wondered which one of us it was.”
“Well, yeah. It’s like when you fart on a yoga ball! It like…echos,” my son said with animation. “It’s so loud!” he continued as my husband and I laugh and shake our heads. “It’s true! Have you ever farted on a yoga ball?!”
I want to shake my head at the things teenage boys find entertaining. But since drafting this slice, I’ve realized that I am writing this story…so what does that say about me….