So, when my daughter, Fashionista, was in about eighth grade there was this commercial that was running....and running....and running. It starts with a scene of a girls' slumber party with some young teens and they're having a pillow fight and jumping around dancing and then HORROR! The mother comes into the room and thinks she's going to pull the "Cool Mom" card and she starts doing a cool dance from her time - THE ROBOT! The girls just look at her like "Oh my gosh! What are you doing?" Then the phrase was, "Wanna try something new?" And I can't remember what it was advertising.
So my daughter was having a slumber party and there were about 7-8 girls there standing in my kitchen and one of them say, "Well, what should we do now?"
Another one answers, "We can go downstairs and dance."
And I add, "And I could be like that mom on the commercial and start dancing" and I did a couple of robot moves and it was then that it happened. My body betrayed me. I did an audible explosion between my legs and they all heard it. They looked at me like I was a freak and a couple giggled. My own daugter says from the side of her mouth, "Mom. I can't believe you just farted in front of my friends."
"I didn't mean to. Wait until you get to be my age," I reply in my defense. "But you guys might want to move that way" as I flap my hands away from me. Then they laughed. If only they knew the truth about teenage boys. I was just breaking wind, I mean breaking them in - slowly.
4 comments:
AAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! Oh my goodness, that is just TOOOOOO traumatic! Not for your daughter~for YOU. Knowing that you could no longer trust your own bum! See? That right there is why I'll be changing a few things in my world. One more reason to be righteous...to make a new and improved 40-ish bum that can keep a tight O-ring.
Just be glad you aren't 30 years older! You might have broken something else! I love to embarrass my kids. "It's in the mom handbook. I have to do it!" That's what I tell them, but they don't believe me... They'll understand some day. :)
Oh I love....love.....love the gas theme going on here.
I think your mother's side of the family invented BUTT THUNDER! Obviously you never took a ride with your maternal grandfather and his brother, Joel, on a cold winter's day with the windows rolled up and the heater going full-blast... that was their favorite place and time to have a "contest".
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