My 85 year old Polish grandmother was sitting in my living room tonight, Monchichi tucked in next to her. The sight of them cuddling together like that was so sweet.
I heard her reciting what sounded like a nursery rhyme, so, tilting my head back and ignoring my Scrabble Slam game for a moment, I began listening carefully from the kitchen table.
And this is what I heard:
Which, when roughly translated means,
One is farting
The other one stinks
As far as I’m concerned, the woman survived WWII as a teenager, became a widow in her mid-thirties, raised three children as a single mother in Poland of all places, (which has spent the better part of its existance a hot mess), immigrated to America only to discover that not everyone here is Catholic, then got stuck helping raise my sister and I and managed to survive my teen years.
If rhyming fart and poop jokes have seen her through for over eight decades, then they’re good enough for my sons.
Sweet dreams boys.
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