Time: Dinner, at our house. 6:35 pm.
Jack-Evan: :::::::ppphhfffbb:::::: (insert grunting sounds, face turns red)
…Kevin and I look at each other…
Jack-Evan: (insert sounds of machine gun quality baby toots)
…Kevin and I look at each other again, and burst out laughing…
…Jack looks back at us…
Me: We better stop laughing. He’s going to do that in public one day and expect us to laugh.
Kev: Hey……I wonder if he gets embarrassed when we do that?
Me: Do what?
Kev: Laugh. At him. You know, when he farts like that.
Me: I dunno. I don’t think he knows to be embarrassed yet.
Kev: I wonder when he’ll learn to be embarrassed?
Me: I think he won’t know to be embarrassed over farts until we actually start teaching him that it’s not ok to do that in public.
Kev: ::::looks at me thoughtfully:::::
Me: I mean…well, it’s ok to fart in the house but not in public. He doesn’t know that yet though. Once we start telling him that it’s “wrong”, then he’ll start gettting embarrassed when he does it.
…..a few minutes of silence occurs while we chew thoughtfully on our chicken….
Kev: I wonder if he’ll remember us laughing at his farts, and then be embarrassed?
