Nasal
I don’t see papa as much as I used to during week days. He runs away to his office on the other side of the island where he claims he earns money to keep us alive. As a result, the time we do have together at the end of each day is precious.
One precious block of time is bath time. There the boys take a bath together and I tell papa about my busy day (I couldn’t really care less about his!). At the end of the bath, papa towels me off and I sometimes return the favour by offering to dab beads of water on his body.
One day, however, papa surprised me by letting one ripe one rip! I was going to ask, “What’s that sound?” but I knew what it was.
Me: I smell something!
Papa: What do you smell?
Me: Papa went “praa-aaat!”
Papa: Yes, I did!
Me: Eww, it’s disgusting!
Papa: [Laughing hysterically]
Me: Must hold my nose!
So papa and I held our noses while we talked some more.
But, boy, was I glad to get out of the bathroom! There should be a law against farting in enclosed spaces!
Toddler Isaac
