Monday, May 10, 2010

I fart

Often while on medical appointments to the children's hospital with both of my son's, we would get the luxuary of overnighting in hotels we would otherwise not experience. Some of the finest hotels in Canada offer what's called a medical rate for families travelling with sick children. Never did we not pack our bathing suits and take in as much time as we could at the pool.

During this visit my oldest son was only 2yrs old and wading around in his arm floats. I sat close by watching him and three older ladies relaxing in the water. They wore the swim hats that had flowers covering their heads and talked so grand. I was hoping they wouldn't get to close to my son incase he decided to splash them.

Very excited about what he has accomplished, my son shouted out across the pool " Mom, Mom, I Farted!" Mortified and half giggling I told him that he needed to lower his voice. One of the ladies waded by and said to him " Darling we all pass gas, we just don't tell everyone about it." With an as if look about him he quickly answered back " Well, I do!"

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