TMI (Too Much Information)
For the last few months Joey has been assisting a judge for his Judicial Externship. A couple of days ago, while working, Joey’s feeling a little fidgety. He finally confides in the judge: “My wife may go into labor today… This morning she told me to stay alert because she had just passed the biggest poop of her life”. The judge is all “Dude! GROSS!!! Wives don’t poop”.
True. We don’t. And we don’t fart either…
… But if we did…
Few things are as cute as when you let one small fart go and the “prrrtt” sound scares your baby in utero. You feel the belly shake and know that this specific sound (not all farts or sounds do it) has managed to surprise your baby. It’s interesting… With all the noise that goes on in there (heartbeat, stomach, rumbling gas, etc) he’s usually pretty indifferent to it. Perhaps he was just starting to fall asleep, or he was concentrated doing his sucking practice, and the “prrrrrrttt!” just surprised him.
Of course that never happens. Women don’t fart. Or poop. And amniotic fluid smells like roses : )
And with that fragrant flower I leave you… Happy Thanksgiving everyone!