Friday, August 11, 2006

a moment

Ace has the most awesome farts. As I am unreasonably immature, I find this to be a blessing. He's not in pain, he's just musically inclined. They have tone, rhythm... I think he farted the first notes of "It's A Small World" earlier. Even when he's woken me up for the 3rd time in a night, all he has to do is fart and he gains my favor once again. Especially when he squeezes out the really long ones... a good 3 seconds of toot just makes me love him so much more. I only wish I could let 'em rip without unnecessary concern for social acceptance.

A few minutes ago, while checking my e-mail, I leaned over and busted a quick one. I looked over at him in his carrier, and he was staring up at me, brow all furrowed, as if to say "amateur."

By the way, a church friend from California who hasn't seen much of the "farts are cool!" side of me reads my blog now. That fact gave me momentary pause, but I figured what the heck. We all fart. Hey, Leona!


Frank Pesci, Jr. said...

a blessing! a talent! Let us know when he masters the left cheek sneak!

Sharon said...

I think you should make a video of Ace's farts, get it on Youtube, and link us to it! :)

Melinda Barton said...

Weirdest thing. I had a dream last night that I was babysitting Ace for you guys. My mom and sister were there and I was freaking out about how extra special careful I had to be with him or you'd never let me babysit again. Well, his butt caught on fire. Just a little bit and only his little onesy. (I blame it on the gas leak.) I was absolutely frantic trying to figure out how I'd clean up his onesy so you wouldn't notice it had been on fire. I woke up before getting to see if it worked.

Odd dreams.