Farts, Boogers And Belches

Nearly three weeks ago our home was invaded by a small army of alien creatures.  I supposed that I should clarify this just a bit.  The “Alien Army” actually consists of two five-year-old, red-headed boys.   When my sister-in-law first told us that she and the boys were coming out to visit us from New Mexico, we were beyond excited.  The last time I had seen the boys they were just starting to talk.  Knowing that they had grown so much in the short years since then,  I immediately started thinking of things that we could do with them.  Of course I drew from my experiences of things we had done when the girls were young.

Shortly after we picked the trio up from the airport, I realized what a reality check I was in for.  These aliens boys had a much different idea of what was fun than I could ever have had.  On the way home the boys proudly demonstrated how well their belching technique  had come along.  I was a little grossed out, but their Uncle Shaun was properly impressed.  He was even more impressed when the twins happily obliged Shaun’s suggestion that they reach over to Mimi (who happened to be sitting between the two of them) and pick her nose for her.  Um….ew.

I just knew the ride home had to have been a fluke as the boys later proved just how adorable, sweet and cuddly they could be.  I soon learned that the sweetness was merely a ruse.  It was a hard lesson to learn, but I have come to find out that boys are just….different.

Very, very different.

As dismayed as I was at this typical boy-like behavior, Shaun was in his element.  (I’ve always thought Shaun behaved much like a twelve year old boy…apparently he’s actually five!) It took a few days for me to accept that our already noisy home had now become even louder with the shrieks of rough-housing and excitedly barking dogs, really bad knock-knock jokes, belching contests and proud farts. 

How can one do anything but laugh outright at the sight of a small boy holding his arm over his head trying to bowl everyone over with the stench of his body odor?  Only to try stifling that helpless laughter at the disappointment his small face showed when he realized that nobody could smell a thing.    Then to witness this same small boy become elated when his uncle promised to rub a clove of garlic under his arm to help him along in his stinky endeavors….

As chaotic as it has been around here for the past few weeks, I already know that we will all miss the boys (and their mother…even though she doesn’t seem to belch or fart) like crazy when they head east tomorrow.  Who will fall to the floor in helpless giggles at the mere mention of the word “booger”? Who will we grin at as they excitedly jump over a sleeping dog?  Who else will gently tuck a huge rock in to sleep? Who will excitedly point out every Jeep they see?  I can’t help but think that tomorrow will be a very sad day indeed.

It’s been wonderful getting to know our nephews and to get glimpses of the young men they will become.  I have a sneaky suspicion that they will end up an awful lot like their Uncle Shaun….

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17 Responses to Farts, Boogers And Belches

  1. That does sound like boys–who will do the same things when they are 6 feet tall.

  2. Aunt Becky says:

    This is precisely what I adore about boys.

  3. lemonadeday says:

    That is too funny. When they reached over to pick her nose, I laughed out loud. As they say “boys will be boys.”

  4. Aunt Mary in Australia says:

    Susan ,You have no idea how hilarious I found your story.Having had all those girls and after over 50 years since I was surounded by boys of all ages and sizes(my six brothers)I had forgotten how much fun it can be living with boys(depending on how you look at it).I get a glimpse ever now and again with grandsons and greatgrandsons but that is mostly on a “one at a time basis”More than one at a time can be approaching a “barrel of monkeys” scenerio,something I have only experienced on a small scale over the last five or six decades.You have given me an insight into what I have been missing and I don`t think I`ll rush out and hire a set of five year old boys to have the experience.I do enjoy reading Patty`s Facebook to catch up on what I am missing out on .Seriously I can just picture Shaun rolling around the floor with a pair of his species .Bet you had a ball!!!

    • Susan says:

      We did have a ball. They are really fun boys. I’ve been “stongly encouraging” Patti to start a blog to share all the boy stories (and to keep her from forgetting all the wonderful details) Facebook is great though, I’ve really been enjoying it as well.

      If you hurry, you can catch a plan and hang out with everyone at Tomi’s in a week or so! Now wouldn’t that be fun?!

      • Aunt Mary in Australia says:

        Looks like my world travel is in the past.I`m really glad that we got to see everyone on our last trip .Much as I would like to hop on a plane and do it all again my body won`t let me .Just tell Patti and Kerry and Tomi that I`m sorry I didn`t get to meet them so Facebook will have to do.See if you guys can post some photos of them.Love to all

  5. Cheryl says:

    I’ve never had the pleasure of being entertained by stinky silly boys like these. What fun! What memories you’ll have!

  6. Amanda D says:

    How fun that you got to spend some time with your nephews. At my house, it’s the opposite. My daughter is the one that loves to burp, fart and pick her nose. She’s slowly teaching her brothers how funny all that gross stuff is.

    • Susan says:

      Well, there goes my theory that it’s a Boy Thang! Aren’t you glad you’ve got her to teach her brothers all the finer things in life?

  7. Just be glad they aren’t yet old enough to try to “set my farts on fire” experiment.

  8. Aunt Mary in Australia says:

    me too

  9. Patti (mom) says:

    Sounds like you forgot that you grew up with a brother! A not very quiet brother! I sure am glad that you had fun with the boy monkeys and got to know your sil better.

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