Kids... changing your perspective for a millennia

Ahhh... a lovely Saturday morning, sun is shining and the birds are singing... supposed to be near 50 today. Time to get outside in some way and enjoy it, but first breakfast.

A morning ritual of mine (when not in the hospital) was to make a breakfast smoothie. Speaking of morning rituals... we all have them. Some make coffee... some have a smoke... some do both. I think that for most of us, usually a stop to the terlet (as Archie Bunker sez) to take care of some biz is generally in order. So for the first time since getting home, I made a smoothie.

In addition to the other rituals... we umm... fart... or what my dad would used to call it when I was little, a breezer. I know... Anyway, we call a fart a fart in this house and well with it being the morning and all I uhh... popped one off while pouring out some smoothie while Jake was walking behind me. It prompted a "EWW" from Jake. Then as he's walking to get his cup (so I can give him a refill) he mutters... "I wonder if you could taste a fart?"

My first thought was why would you want to? In my entire life... least from what I can remember of all the 45 years... I've never had the thought as to the tasteability of a fart.

KEIYH