Thursday, October 23, 2008
The following was a real conversation between little Jimmy and myself several days ago during the ride home from school:
Jimmy: Mrs. Thompson says 'no farting on the reading rug.'
Me: You're not allowed to fart on the reading rug? (trying to hide my shock and awe that this was actually a real conversation that occurred at school between the teacher and her students.)
Jimmy: Nope. Mrs. Thompson says she doesn't want to smell all of our stinky.
Me: Well what do you do if you have to fart?
Jimmy: We just go over to the bathroom if we have to fart.
Me: (maintaining a purely curious tone) So you go into the bathroom every time you have to fart?
Jimmy: No, you don't actually go in the bathroom; you just go over to the bathroom door.
Me: So you stand by the bathroom and fart.
Jimmy: You fart on the door. The door is dirty anyway - it already has germs on it, so it's OK to fart on it - right, Mommy?
Me: (unable to maintain my composure at this point) Yes, I'm sure the bathroom door has germs on it, so it'd be fine to fart on it.
Jimmy: It's not funny, Mommy! This is serious! We have to fart on the bathroom door.
Me: Oh, I completely understand. This is serious. I mean reading time on the reading rug could really become a stinky affair if everyone in the class was just sitting there farting. Yes, good idea to go fart on the bathroom door.
This conversation just killed me. I actually laughed until I cried. Just the fact that this conversation occurred and that the teacher had to lay down the law on where farting was and was not acceptable - obviously it had become an issue.