Dear Popo:
A few months ago when picking Rue up from preschool, a kid
approached D and said “When my dad drinks beer his farts smell really
bad.” Such a benign thing, like hangover farts, made awkward by the truthfulness and innocence of a child.
Since then I've been thinking about things Rue might say to
others, which may reflect badly on me / us.
Examples I've come up with:
My mom poops in the downstairs bathroom because she likes
her privacy.
If the television is on in my parent’s room I can’t go in
there because they’re watching adult movies. (We actually say "this is an adult movie and you can't watch." We are not actually watching porn.)
I’m supposed to poop at preschool because my parents don’t
like to wipe my butt.
My mom’s farts are really loud, but they smell like
roses. My dad’s farts smell like poop.
Love,
Kiki
