And our mother used to say: "No toilet talk at the table!"
WE INTERRUPT OUR REGULARLY scheduled blog entries to bring you this charming moment with my brother, T.
while eating dinner in public…
Me: “Teva, you have food all over your face.”
T: “So. Go get me a napkin.”
Me: “Use my napkin.”
T: “What!? No. Go get me a fresh napkin.”
Me: “Use this crumpled napkin.”
T: “I blew my nose in that. Anna, just go get me a napkin. Please.”
Me: “No way. Just get up and go inside. The napkins are right over there.”
T: “If you don’t go get me a napkin I’m going to fart really loudly.”
Me: “Gross.”
T: “I’m going to fart really loudly and then I’m going to blame it on you. I’m going to announce to everyone that you farted.”
Me: “You wouldn’t dare.”
T: (laughing) “OK, fine. I’m just kidding. Relax.”
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Would some poor sister to a brother please confirm that fart-shaming and fart-talk in general is a favorite among boys at any age? I’d venture to guess that this conversation would never happen between adult sisters. Am I right, readers?
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All I can say is that I’ve definitely blamed farts on my sister, but nobody ever believes me. It works a lot better to pass it off on one of my “brothers” (read: male friends).
To me the real issue is this certain brother expecting to be waited on by his sister. This does sound familiar.
Anna,
Saw your brother at the Stockbridge post office and he filled me in on your mfa program in NC and also how proud he was to be featured in this blog. I just retired from teaching after 47 years and would like to hear from you. I do have two sisters.
Mr. Spencer