At dinner, after returning from Chicago, the dinner conversation turned out how much out gassing the children managed while on the trip. Naturally, Alice lead off by doing a demonstration.
Corwin: Alice is the queen of flatulence.
Alice: No I’m not! I just farted the most on the trip.
Mom: I think Corwin was the worst.
Dad: Quite the emission, crew, eh?
Mom: We had to ride around with the windows down most of the time.
Alice: [giggles] I farted a lot!
Mom: Here, everyone have some broccoli. It will make you more gaseous.
The Kids: Beans, beans, they’re good for your heart. The more you eat the more you fart!
Dad: Don’t you know the next two lines to that?
The Kids: No! Sing, Dad, Sing! Sing! Sing! Sing!
[Mom lowers her head. I suspect she’s about to cry at the glory that are her children.]
I did teach the kids the next lines, because it would be a true shame if that ancient knowledge were allowed to pass from our culture.