November 11, 2008
Word of the Day
We’ve had a great time already in the day and a half I’ve been here in Arizona. Yesterday there was some juggling and balloon-animal making (I am clearly better at making balloon swords) and two episodes of Series 1 of Doctor Who. Today, a holiday, there was more Doctor Who, The Princess Bride (new for both The Girl and The Boy, and it was a hit), and later a late afternoon visit to the Desert Botanical Garden, where the sun set and the moon rose before we left the owls and jackrabbits behind.
However, as exciting and fun as all of this was, nothing can top something The Boy casually tossed off. Farts are funny, you know, to children, and after The Girl let one off in the car, I (for no good reason) suggested that they learn how to say “fart” in several other languages.
“How do you say “fart” in Spanish?” I asked her. She began to tell me how she didn’t know, but then a small voice piped up from the back seat.
“Fartita,” The Boy said, thereby creating an instant classic.
For a more uplifting take on the day’s events, visit Thursday Drive, where she is too hoity-toity to talk about fartitas.
Comments
I am a proud mother tonight. And I’m not even kidding.
hi. i’m totally in love with your sister, so glad to have found you. (i have a newborn, so i often type with one hand—hence no caps.)
Pleased to meet you, Emily!
(shakes head… rolls eyes…)
There was a boy in our car this morning (my carpool day), and one of the girls burped. They all laughed the rest of the way to school.
I like that boy’s style, and his ability to think on his feet. I think you guys need a whoopie cushion to get the Flatulence Around The World thing really flowing!
Ha, good one! It reminded me of the other day when I read a thank-you note printed in the newspaper out loud just so my kids could hear…because the lady’s last name was Bublitz and my 9yo dd especially will always laugh at the boob word. But after the initial hideous cackle that flew from her she straightened back up and said “You mean like…?” and she held her fingers up in the shape of two really small circles, side by side. (do it!) You know…Bublitz, as in Booblets…as in tiny, miniatures, like piglets? We laughed our asses off the rest of the night, every time someone held up “The Sign”. OO.
Thanks for sharing.
Hi Ducky,
I’m here from your sister’s place, too. Nice to meet you, and I laughed my mentally-5-year-old butt off when I read “Fartita”.
It sounds like a really disgusting cocktail, don’t you think?
Yeah but she sent us here for a language lesson!
Fartita.
Love it.