We had an ophthalmology (that word always trips me up, even as an MT) appointment today for Jack. The doctors we take the boys to are at the clinic where my dad also works, so we stopped in the Urgent Care Center to see my dad before we went up another floor to the Ophthalmology Clinic. We got off of the elvator on the 4th floor and went to wait in the short line at the Ophthalmology desk (getting lots of practice with that word). This is how the conversation with Jeff went as we stood in line:
Jeff: That's 'scusting!
Me(Mom): What's disgusting, Jeff?
Jeff: A fart.
Me(trying to stifle my laughter): Jeff, we don't talk about that here.
Glenn (taking Jeff by his sleeve) We don't talk about that stuff.
Jeff (VERY loudly): BUT I FARTED!
Glenn: Jeff, that is not funny!
Jeff: But mom is laughing!
I was trying to stifle my laughter during this whole conversation, but wasn't doing well with it. I was standing there as Glenn told our 3-year-old how it wasn't at all funny that he was advertising to all the people in the waiting room the fact that he farted, and there I was, covering my mouth and trying to hide the fact that I was laughing hysterically. Yeah, yeah, I know. Pure unadulterated immaturity, and I got a stern look from Glenn, who commented on the fact that he was like a "single father" in trying to teach our son that it's not polite to yell about farting in public.
