This seems to have become the weekend of the butt and things related to it at our house. The other night at dinner, the youngest started it off with this little gem at the dinner table:
If you read some of my posts on Facebook, you'll know that the 10 year old certainly keeps things lively at our house. Tonight she was telling about how the kids in her class were comparing the ages of their parents by the year they were born. She double-checked with my husband by asking if I was born in 1950. I told her "58" and that confused her. "1858?' she asked. Snickers from the teen and dad. "1958" I replied. Teen pounced on this to show her superiority, Do you know HOW OLD that would maker her?!", she asked incredulously. Under his breath, i really did hear dh say "She'd be farting dust".
I get no respect.
Last night, said 10 year old got to have a friend over for a sleep-over. The conversation in the back seat made the drive back to our house pretty entertaining. My child asked the other if there was much 'drama' at her school. She wasn't sure. My child related the soap opera rate at which other 5th grade classmates were 'dating' and breaking up to which her friend then told her there was no drama of that kind in her class. There was, however, a lot of stink from a couple of boys (and a few others I'm sure) and that her classroom was called the Fart Factory.
Further discussion was whether it was better to let the fart out all at once-- loud and proud, letting go a little bit at a time or holding them in and bearing the pain.
This morning, I was listening to Bob Seger (in town last night with Kid Rock, weird combination IMHO) singing his heart of about loving to watch her strut. When it got to the line "they do respect her but" I heard it in a whole new way. Now I am hoping for a little derriere deference or rear regard for myself. Considering the dinner table comment from my true love, I am not holding out hope on that one.
