Ok. Forgive me but it’s true. So we make great fun of it at my house, as the only girl in six I decided to join them rather than be trampled by them in the laughter that goes with gas. Jordan has a remote control fart machine which he used last year to confound the girl’s when he planted it in their room during the day and then at night he and the boys stood outside their door with the remote and fired it off! This spring while in a prank shop with Craig I bought a bottle of “stink perfume”. It’s so potent in the aroma of rotting eggs that only a breeze on it’s surface will fill a room. So, one night while the kids were watching a movie I went into their room and blew the breeze from my bottle of perfume while bending over in laughter at their uproar of disgust. Dave, Craig’s brother, walks in the same moment I’m bent over in laughter and he thinks I just “laid one” on a kid’s head. He was horrified! Embarrassed for me! He was beside himself in anguish to protect my honor! Until he found out I was sharing my special perfume from the bottle. funny…
Later I overheard Luke and Jack (age 7) having conversation while they played with Lucy. After Jack “let one” Luke very casually said, “hey do you know what they say in Italy when you fart?” Jack giggled and asked what. Luke replied, “bravo”. The two of them howled in laughter together. Later I heard their pride each time someone uttered “bravo” to one another. I knew what they were doing.
I guess in America we just blame it on the dog.
