So this is what we do while we’re waiting for the Kindergarten bus.
We talked on our way down the long driveway about the bugs and the birds that were flying around.
As we got towards the end of the driveway he does his silly dance and the inevitable happens. He notices something “Is that Poo poo?
Is every little boy captivated by Poop or only the ones I’m related too?
I have 3 younger brothers and growing up, that’s they talked about! Two of my brothers actually recorded over my solo performance at a school concert, of them farting and laughing.
Then I have 3 sons of my own and they all talked about it too.
Even my daughter and I get in on the flatulence conversations with demonstrations,followed by hysterical laughter!
Just maybe we all get it honest. You see,my Father is the king of flatulence. My Mom made him sleep on the couch sometimes because it was so bad!
We all reminisce about the time Dad was at the Doctors office waiting for the Doctor to come in. Dad had been waiting a long time and couldn’t hold it back any longer.
He let one rip and it was bad. There are no windows in the little room so my Dad proceeds to start trying to blow it away. Right about that time,the Doctor finally walks in and his eyes start to water.
No matter how many times we hear that story we all laugh and laugh until our eyes start to water too.
You may wonder why I’m sharing about gas!
I guess it’s seems to be something that has been passed (no pun intended) down from generation to generation. Billy thought farts and poop were funny. Now his son does too.
One thing that I know for sure is that laughter does good like a medicine and on this journey, we need as much laughter as we can get!