Good Families Don’t Fart…Or Do They?

I grew up in a family where laughter was a must. Much of our humor consisted of playing practical jokes, making fun of each others  imperfections and the always inappropriate game of “pull my finger.”

Unless someone was profusely bleeding or screaming in agony you always laughed at them if they fell down or ran into a wall.

Considering we are all klutzy, full of imperfections and gassy this made for a lot of laughing at our house.

As a mother now, I have tried to instill this warped sense of humor into my own children.

Take for instance when my oldest child, Iris, started Kindergarten. She was all ready to head off for her first day of school. I got down on my knees and looked her in the eye. My heart was breaking that she was heading off for the first time by herself. I knew if I would have said something heartfelt I would have started crying so instead I said, “Now honey, I have to tell you something very important. If you should accidentally fart during class; I want you to immediately start laughing and point to the boy closest to you.” We both giggled uncontrollably and I gave her a kiss and sent her on her way.

Obviously, I’m not the only one of the offspring to pass this twisted characteristic onto our brood. My brother’s kids are getting older now. They passed down their children’s books to my kids. When we were going through our new treasures we came across this gem:

Good Families Don't

Good Families Don’t is by the author Robert Munsch. It’s about a Canadian family who finds a fart in their home. They try to deny that it was caused by any of them because you know, “good families don’t fart.” In the end they found out the daughter was the culprit and the last line reads, “good children do have farts after all.”

My brother bought this book for his kids because he thought it was hilarious. His kids thought it was hilarious. Now my kids and I think it is hilarious!

Last year for St. Patrick’s Day I made homemade caramel corn and put green food coloring in the caramel mixture so the popcorn would be green. I told Iris she could bring it for a treat for her 1st grade class and tell them it was Leprechaun Poop. She started to laugh and said, “Moooommm, that isn’t appropriate to tell young children.”

This made me pause and wonder if she was actually MY child.

That one moment made me wonder but she is definitely mine. Anytime she or I get a little “gassy” she is quick on the draw to laugh and point to her Dad! I think I have taught her well. Laughing is a must in our family!