While sitting on their parents' laps, the boys feel completely free to 'let one loose,' and the accompanying sensations and smells are truly atrocious...to the delight of the boys.
We struggle at every mealtime with the emissions exiting both upper and lower ends of their bodies, and try in vain to stifle the guffaws and shrieks of laughter that accompany each sound. Just getting them to say "excuse me" on a consistent basis seems an insurmountable task. Should I really have to remind them every time?
And what is it with boys needing to
The more we attempt to 'deal' with these behaviours, the more fun we seem to create for them. It's a rather perplexing situation.
In my twenties, I really thought that if you raised boys and girls the same way, there would be few discernible differences between them. Boys could sit quietly and play with dolls; girls could be interested in power tools and dump trucks. You get the idea. But I was wrong...at least when it comes to my boys. They're stereotypical. Cavemen at times. Though I'm sure there are girls out there who are similarly interested, I certainly seemed to have two bodily-funtion-obsessed boys in my household.
If it's true that the average person emits somewhere between 0.5 litre and 1.5 litres of gaseous substances every day, and if it's true that some people bring down that average by expelling only a small amount, I'm willing to bet (as I listen again to a chorus of noises and laughter coming from the bathroom) that I know who's pulling that average up.