When I saw today’s prompt from the Blog Dare I knew immediately what I wanted to write but then I thought confessing to this as the source of my last big belly laugh might be taken wrong, but then I thought… many of us have silly little brother memories and after our The Great Southwest Road Trip, my daughters and Samuel and I will laugh about this for years.
We will probably share it with his future girlfriends, too.
The prompt was simply, I laughed so hard:
It started innocently enough. A slightly unusual smell would overtake the backseat of the car and slowly waft toward me in the front. Whichever sister was sitting next to Samuel would say, “Ewww, what’s that smell?”
If it was a color, the smell would be a faded mustardy yellow: sort of like Gulden’s mustard. It was overweight and putrid.
After it consistently happened several times the first couple days and was usually accompanied by squelched giggles from the little brother of the family, we figured it out.
Samuel was gifting us with Silent But Deadly Farts.
None of my children had heard this expression before. Samuel had quickly become a master of SBD’s.
Sometimes he even delivered them to hotel rooms. On one occasion when I was either out at the car or perhaps getting a cup of coffee, all three children were doing that famous sibling bonding on the bed. All three children were sitting up and happy under the quilt in the middle of rural Utah. They looked so nearly All American Family before times got weird when Samuel decided it was the perfect time to introduce his sisters to the famous “Dutch Oven”.
He created an enormous SBD and then lifted the quilt. The girls reportedly had to get off the bed because they couldn’t breathe with that horrifyingly bad stench eminating from it. Samuel laughed and laughed and then they laughed and laughed and then I came back in the room and we all laughed and laughed.
Come to think of it, he hasn’t done this since we got home.
A part of me hopes this is just an eleven-year-old-boy-smelly-fad-that-passed but another part of me misses the raucous laughter that came as a result.
My kids may not remember how gorgeous the view was while standing on Weeping Rock at Zion National Park. They may not remember the awe opening moments standing in Pueblo Ruins from the 13th Century at Mesa Verde. The legend of the Spider Woman in Canyon de Chelly may become a fuzzy “What was that again?”
The laughter from Samuel’s Silent but Deadly Farts will never be forgotten.
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© 2012 by Julie Jordan Scott
Julie Jordan Scott has been a Life & Creativity Coach, Writer, Facilitator and Teleclass Leader since 1999. She is also an award winning Actor, Director, Artist and Mother Extraordinaire. She was twice the StoryTelling Slam champion in Bakersfield. She leads Writing Camp with JJS & this Summer will be traveling throughout the US to bring this unique, fun filled creative experience to the people wherever she finds the passion & the interest.
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