(blouse: thrifted, skinnies: Kohls, boots: Target)
The problem is, I’m not very lady-like.
I think burping is acceptable most of the time and farts still make me laugh.
I think it’s one of the many ridiculous reasons I’m a successful middle school teacher. Basically, I’ve got the same maturity level as my students.
But as my daughters get older, I’m trying to teach them what is acceptable and what is not. And since teaching by example is most effective, I’m trying to change my ways.
It’s not going well.
Now Elliott reminds everyone in the house the minute they fart that they must say excuse me. Like before you’re even done farting.
It’s super annoying.
One time someone farted and forgot to say excuse me. Elliott was greatly offended and so this person apologized for forgetting and said it. Then Elliott said, “Don’t apologize to me, apologize to God. You hurt his heart.”
Except I don’t think God is offended by a fart. Actually, I hope he laughs at a good one every now and then also.
I told you it’s not going well.