There are several reasons that manners are important in the Brown House.
1. One of us is a lady.
2. One of us is a lady in training.
3. We are southerners.
4. It's just good. Hence the term "good manners"...duh.
But okay. I don't care if you are, um, well, whoever the most serious person is. I don't know. Victoria Beckham? She's either really serious or always constipated. Which looking at her she can't be constipated, a good swift wind could carry her away. Anyway, I didn't say they had to be serious about stuff that actually matters...just serious. Seriously stupid works.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah...
I don't care if you are the most serious person in the world, when your two year old breaks wind - hysterical.
I know! Right?!
Well, now my two year old is six.
People, it is really hard to cross the line from "excuse me" to "you're going to have to work on NOT doing that"...in public anyway. Come on. You know I'm right.
But we are trying.
Yesterday at work, Schyler was with me for a few minutes. She jumped up, ninja style and ran to stand in front of the fan. She came back smiling and pleased informing me that she went there because she had a little gas. Her theory was, the fan would get rid of the evidence.
Progress?
Friday, April 2, 2010
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4 comments:
that is progress indeed!!! it sounds like a daddy trick! ha ha! you crack me up. happy easter!
Well, at least she is clever.
Give her a big hug and kiss from me!
I say embrace the release of your inner gas. Just wait 'til Aunt Mollie gets there at the end of April and teaches that kid a thing or two... BWAHHAHHAHHAaaa....
Was the fan blowing towards you or away from you???
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