I have a love for all things dairy but sadly dairy does not love me. In fact it hates me! The moment I cave into its wholesome goodness my stomach turns, it aches, and in the end an unnecessary aroma invades our loving home. In all honesty a crash of gas from me would force any terrorist from their secret hiding spot…
Last night was no different! It was a lovely meal of savory beans and brown rice. We then indulged with several slices of smoked apple cheddar for dessert. It was heavenly! It was only within the hour, my tummy began to rumble, “Kids it’s time for bed!”
“Do we have too?”
“Yes! You have too!”
It was with that their father exclaimed, “If you don’t go now I’m sending your mother into tuck you in!”
The littlest exclaimed, “Oh! No! She had cheese! I can smell her farts!”
I looked appalled, “Excuse Me! I do not fart! Ladies do not fart!”
My oldest laughed, “I just heard you two minutes ago!”
I looked at him sternly, “Ladies do not fart. Ladies toot!”
The both ran upstairs laughing, “Ha! Ha! Could you imagine the wrath of Mom’s toot? It’s best we get to bed!”
And with that I tooted throughout the whole evening while my husband covered his nose and retreated to the basement den.
What do you call your gaseous expulsions? Do you admit to your toots?
Darcie Cameron is a RYT 200 who believes Yoga is a gift that is accessible to everyone with proper modifications, a patient smile and just taking the time to breathe. One of the greatest presents you will ever unwrap is when you connect your mind, body and spirit in perfect sync with your own breath. Connect with Darcie on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/darciecameronlovesyoga