In which I prove that I am still a 14-year-old at heart

October 19, 2008

Today in church, Brian was holding Joseph and I was beside them (Anne was, of course, playing with her beloved “church kids” downstairs in the toddler room).

Suddenly Joseph starts to poop. Loudly. Melodiously. Obviously successfully.

Everyone else around us smiles discreety at the symphony going on around us.

Everyone but me.

I start to laugh. I can’t stop laughing.

The pew starts shaking. The more I try to stop, the harder I keep laughing.

Brian gives me THE EYE. THE EYE says “Are you kidding me? Get it together, woman!”

I can’t stop laughing. Joseph can’t stop pooping. I’m wiping tears from my eyes by the time he’s finished.

Brian leans over to me and says “My junior highers in Texas could have handled that better than you just did!”

What can I say? At what age does farting stop being funny???

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  • Sarah

    Comments (5)
    I'd have laughed too. Some of us are just born with a "funny gene" and we laugh easier than others. I laugh a lot. A whole lot.
    10/19/2008 5:56 PM tuscansun5 (message) block delete reply hahahaha – that is SO me!
    10/19/2008 6:41 PM bleejones (message) block delete reply LMAO!! I can just see you giggling hysterically! When you're in the midst of changing endless poops, you have the right to laugh, in church, about them!
    10/19/2008 7:03 PM Tasia007 (message) block delete reply In which I love your style! rofl.

    10/20/2008 3:25 AM Tez_T (message) block delete reply I love this story . . . Sounds like something I would do.Sometimes I think it is the lack of sleep mixed with the hormones that makes me laugh at the simplest things.
    10/20/2008 12:52 PM Christa delete reply