Written by Amy, a Mom Without a Blog
Forgive me Father for I have… farted.
So the other night...I was with my kids at Family Service Night. It’s really a great thing. All the school families are invited to come together one evening after dinner to complete service projects for neighboring charities. My kids go to a Catholic school and this happens to be one of the things I love about their school. A focus on giving and serving others …
We arrived early and while standing in the courtyard waiting for the instructions for the evening, the priest spotted me and walked over and began a conversation.
Nothing big. We were making small talk when it happened.
I farted.
I didn’t mean to fart.
It just slipped out.
It was silent, but very potent.
So, my 7-1/2-year-old daughter standing nearby says rather loudly, “I smell pumpkin.”
My face is now turning a fluorescent shade of pumpkin, apparently to match the smell of my fart.
The priest said, “Pumpkin? You smell pumpkin in March?”
The principal who was standing about five feet from my daughter says to her, “Georgia, you smell pumpkin?”
I see a nearby table with treats of cookies and fruit. Thinking quickly on my feet, I tell a boldfaced LIE in front of the priest and say, “Maybe it’s the fruit you smell.”
Inside I’m dying. What I really wanted to say was, “You mean, you smell rotten pumpkin.”
I thought about this little scene for some time afterwards. I had my 2nd grade daughter, the priest of our parish, and the principal of the school all talking about my pumpkin fart.
Now how many people can say they’ve ever pulled off a feat quite like that before?
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HA HA HA! How can I thank my gorgeous friend Ames enough for sharing this truly unique "Conversation with my Kid." I would have never been able to contribute in this way because uh, I don't fart.
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Happy Friday!
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