Saturday, February 3, 2007

"Forting"

(Warning: May be considered inappropriate by those who would rather not admit that it happens to them, too.)


I grew up in a home where my father and brother (sorry Dad, sorry Bo -the truth must be told) brought belching and the passing of gas to a rare art form. Tim grew up in a home where gastrointestinal episodes were hardly discussed much less openly acted upon. In our home, we lean toward the latter but with understanding that well, these things happen. The general rule is that "excuse me" must be spoken at least as loudly as the offense itself. But despite our desperate attempt to raise respectful and civilized young men, it is now apparent that with two boys in the same house body humor is inevitable.


We don't use the f-word in our house. (not THE f-word, we don't use that one either but hopefully you know what I mean) and yet somehow our boys have not only picked up this word but have developed a most unusual pronunciation of it...forting. And regardless of my personal hope that restraint be exercised in this area, I cannot help but get caught up in the silliness of these two characters. Plopped on the floor like best of buds and cracking up because "someone forted" even when they didn't is perhaps brotherly bonding in its truest form. What's a mom to do but laugh?



2 comments:

THE SCHNEIDERS said...

we like to use the word pete for our forting espisodes and well a good belch followed by excuse me always gets A GOOD ONE from the other members of the family.
ange
who is a blog stocker of the livesays and now of YOU, actually I am dreaming of a life in a house down the hill from y'all

Jeremy Parks said...

Nope. Our boys never laugh about things like forting, pooting, or other vulgar habits. They do get a kick of out artificial gaseous noises, the kind made by armpits and palms pressed against one's mouth and cheeks. And Zachary is the king of burps...he could shatter crystal with some of those.
keep the mundane news a-rolling.
jeremy