A post about Katherine....

I wasn't sure if I should share a story about farting on my blog, but a much more experienced blogger advised that it's my blog, and I will want to remember this story in a few years. If farting offends you, skip down to the pictures.

So, every morning we pile into the car and drive to the end of the block to wait for the bus. We could walk, but usually we are on our way to our next destination (preschool, gymnastics, etc) so we drive. Maggie's bus is NOT consistent. Its arrival varies by as much as 10 minutes. Some days we're barely there in time, other days we sit and wait for far too long.

Thursday was a sit and wait day. Abby was squirmy, so I tossed her the ipod. Maggie and I chatted about her day, discussing things in her backpack, that I'd be at work after school, yadda yadda. After the first 2-3 minutes of waiting, Katherine started wiggling and whining a little. I ignored it. Then she did it some more, and I asked "What's the problem?" After a bit more wiggling and whining, she said "Someone farted and it was Maggie and it smells bad!"

Maggie denied it, and Katherine moaned that it smelled so bad she couldn't stand it. She was wiggling, as if trying to escape her car seat. She looked like a tortured prisoner. I will admit the smell was not pleasant, but in the grand scheme, I've smelled much worse. She continued her wiggling and moaning about the smell until the bus arrived. When I got back into the car after getting Maggie out, the smell had intensified, and I wondered aloud if Maggie had left us one giant fart when she got out of the car? Katherine said she thought so.

But then, as I was helping Katherine out of the car, she let out a loud fart.

Turns out, she'd been farting all along, and just couldn't stand her own stench. She tried to blame it on Maggie, and failed. I wish I could have taken a picture of her face as she realized she was busted, it was just too classic!

Now, lest you think that Katherine's only claim to fame this week was her bodily functions, I will share with you one of her other accomplishments. While I was doing laundry, she asked if she could go up to get some plain white paper from the printer. We've been trying to discourage this habit, asking the girls to use the back of other paper for their drawing. She insisted that she was going to write a whole book, and therefore, she needed plain white paper. A little while later, she came to me with the following story.

Here is a girl and her house is on fire and she is sad and the siren is purple and the sky is blue.

This is the firetruck, but the firefighter is sad because she is all alone and she lives so far away from the fire and she has no other helper firefighters and her truck has a ladder and wheels.

This is the firefighter using her hose to shoot the water on the fire and she is happy because she put out the fire and saved the girl.

I think we'll keep her, farts and all!