Got gas
In the world
of Fran (name has been altered for anonymity), a mother of multiple
children, farts are funny. They have
power, more than just the velocity with which they evacuate- they have some currency
in this family. The children are aware
that within these gaseous emissions they have an arsenal to disarm a raging
mother, to diffuse the bomb (or pong) of conflict in the house. It is not only cutting the cheese, but
breaking the ice.
Fran states that the fascination with bodily emissions started young in life. Her grandfather would employ the lifting
buttocks off the chair method of allowing the gas to escape, and the child
Fran found this rather amusing. It
is a theme that has continued right through marriage and the birth her
children. It occurred organically, this
most natural of bodily functions that is unfortunate to be subject to taboo,
but to this lady it is just funny.
The
amusement extends to nicknames, as all in this family have names appropriately
chosen according to bum related functions.
One of the little girls is also known as Super-Pooper, another by Princess-poop,
and as Fran is amusingly known -Diabolical.
Sounds like a dangerous house to reside in!
The power of the fart is not without limitations
however. One cannot simply let one rip
on purpose mid argument and expect reprieve – the beauty of the action is in
its lack of predictability, that the act in in its most natural form has its
own comic timing and relief.
If you delve deeper into this family what you can see is a
wonderful sense of love and being comfortable with one another, not just comfortable
with escaping gases. Allowing each
natural person and act be just that, natural, finding the comic in these
situations just shows that it is better out than in.
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