So, I'm on my computer, mad at something a friend had said to me a few minutes before, fuming, when the fact that George is talking to me registers with my brain. She's standing in front on me with her hand up her shirt, hand craddled in her armpit, pumping that arm like nobody's business, telling me how all the boys on the bus can do "this." "This" being armpit farting, naturally.
She's not sure how it works. "Can you tell me how to do this? All the boys do it. Ryan does it; Shane does it, too. Even Nolan (the kindergarten boy) does it!" The former boys being the older boys. I can't help but laugh! She's upset that she can't make the same noise. I explain to her it's a similar concept to cupping your hands together, creating a little suction, and exuding a noise similar to something coming out of your backside. I inform her that the whole thing is not very lady-like; it's more of a boy thing. She seemed to loose interest in the whole concept, as she twirls like a fairy around my bedroom.
"Maybe when I'm 84 (twirling)....I'll be able to do that." I giggle, imagining an 84 year old conservative lady armpit farting. Most of the time, George is a little lady of her own accord.
Next thing I know, I'm being accosted! She's decided that perhaps MY armpits are bigger and therefore more apt to making the sound she is seeking. Her hand stealthily snakes it's way down my shirt, into my armpit, but, alas, when I pump my arm for her, she gets nothing. She's disappointed, but she moves on quickly to her stuffed animals eagerly waiting for her. But me, I'm in a much better mood after being sucked into the world of a 5 year old.
Note: Picture from
here, where I learned that there is an app for armpit farting. Really?!
George made me a dollhouse for Mother's Day out of money wrappers, as she calls them. That's me on the patio relaxing in the dollhouse. It has a book shelf for two books: one is just words and the other is both pictures and words. :-)
