So…we’ve had an interesting conversation this weekend.
Something has happened enough times that we need to talk about it before it becomes a widespread problem. This is not something to take lightly, either.
And I feel like I’m doing the world a favor by nipping this in the bud now. So…you’re welcome, world.
A child, who shall remain nameless, stinkered in the car. Stinkers are flatulence…passing gas…floating an air biscuit…a fart. That’s right, one of our dear ones farted in the car. In the winter. When we had the heater on.
And it was a silent one.
Can I tell you how much I did not enjoy the invisible slap in the face? It just quietly wafted into the front seat. Where I was strapped into my seat and unable to move.
If you need to stinker, please say excuse me when you do it so we can roll a window down before the stinker permeates into the fabric of our clothes and the upholstery of the car. I know sometimes you “just have to” and that’s ok. But please don’t forget there are other people in the car who do not want to smell your stinker, let alone have it sneak up on them.”