If I teach anything in this house, it’s manners. Oh and how to laugh. Laughing is very important! As for manners, we say thank you. We say excuse me. Well at least I tell them they
should must. I can’t say they always follow thru. But I try. and try again. and try again.
Which brings us to dinner last night. Mike’s traveling so it’s just the 3 of us sitting around the table, sharing stories about our day. SUDDENLY, there’s a fart.
Me: who farted?
H: Not me. Ladies don’t fart. They don’t burp either. (long pause) Am I a lady?
Fearful that my daughter will learn she’s not allowed to fart, I ask “Did your teacher tell you that ladies don’t do that?”
Me: Well, ladies do fart and they do burp but we do it quietly or in private AND say excuse me.
H (with eyes all serious): that was my first fart EVER, so excuse me. No really, EVER. That was my first fart.
All I wanted to do was yell congratulations to her on her very, first fart. 5 years old and finally she farted. ‘Cept I knew she just *may not* have been telling the truth as she’d claimed one in the car 45 minutes earlier!
So she farts and she lies. What am I teaching?