Flatulence. And other boy things.

There was a day when the video below might not have been so funny to me. But since having two boys (I do realize that all babies "pass gas" a lot) and being married to one lends itself to a world of flatulence - ALL.OF.THE.TIME. For C. and I, potty talk has never been high on our list - furthermore, we use the bathroom in the privacy of ourselves and we don't fart in front of each other either. It's just something we had an unspoken agreement on. And we still do. God help me. No open door policy in our house, thank goodness. Not that I'm a prude or anything but to take it a step further, my college room mate and I used to contend that we didn't fart...it was an ongoing joke. I guess we didn't really fool anyone - but we thought we did back then.

I have a feeling that this will change, at least for the men of the household; not too long from now. For whatever reason, it's just part of being male. Kind of like the "penis check" everytime we change a diaper. They grab that thing like it's going to run away from them the second the diaper comes off. And one question I have to ask is, is that thing elastic or what? They pull on it like it is...I swear. It looks like it hurts when they reach down there and grab it with such force. I keep telling them it's not going anywhere but they always check, just to be sure. That fascination starts immediately - and apparently never goes away.

Anyway, this video clip was sent to me today by a friend. And I thought it was the strangest commercial. It cracked me up. Enjoy.