I love my son more than anything in this world. He is the light during my darkest day. His smile can change me. His laughter is the best sound in the world. But my God, the boy can produce hazardous and noxious smelling gas.
The sad thing is that he is so very proud of this. He calls these his ‘Man Farts’. And believe me, they are man worthy.
How can something so cute produce something so rancid? He eats healthy (well, as healthy as a four-year old can eat). We bathe him. He changes his clothing daily. Did I mention we bathe him?
I just don’t understand the chemistry of the food breakdown process. For example, the other night we ate grilled chicken, corn-on-the-cob, and freshly baked bread. This combination shouldn’t have created the foul odor that made my eyes water and my nostrils scream for mercy.
I ran far far away…well at least out to the patio.
My husband on the other hand was giving our son grand hi-fives…is this a rite of passage? Is this foreshadowing of things to come as my sweet, innocent Little Man gets older? Are there more obnoxious hideous and grotesque smells to come?
I better buy stock in Glade, Fabreeze and Lysol.
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