Excuse you!

I saw a recipe for Flubber online a few weeks ago and thought it would be something fun for Eva to try.  I purchased the ingredients for it, set them aside in the laundry room, and promptly forgot all about Flubber.  Today Eva had her friend Owen over for most of the afternoon and by the third hour of playing, they were restless and pestering each other relentlessly.

After an hour of refereeing two wailing kids, I was desperately trying to find something to occupy the little weasels before I rammed a blunt instrument through my eyeball.  I thumbed through my mental Rolodex for something to distract them and remembered the Flubber.

Genius.

Owen was smitten and jubilantly sat at the table playing with his Flubber.  Eva was a grump and kept whining that she wanted to watch a show instead.

Until…until…

Owen pushed his Flubber into a cup and it made a farting noise.  The fun had begun!  Eva instantly wanted to play with the flatulent Flubber.

They roared with laughter and I ran to the kitchen for another cup for Eva.  Over and over the Flubber put on his show.  Over and over the kids gleamed with amusement.

And I?

I laughed like a child.  Loudly.  Because fart noises are funny; especially when accompanied with the sweet sound of laughing children.  I laughed so hard my eyes watered.  After every farting sound the kids would exclaim, “Excuse you, Mr. Flubber!”

It was delightful.  Eva couldn’t wait to show Michael.

Fast-forward a few hours and Eva is still making her Flubber flatulate and exclaiming, “Excuse you, Mr. Flubber!” 

The hilarity of intestinal distress without the stench.  Perfecto!