From the mouths of…

Last night, as I walked the halls of the church where the kids have been attending VBS, I overheard the following conversation:

Older gentleman: “How are you?”

Five(ish) little girl: “Em-barr-assed.” 

Older gentleman: “Aww, why?”

Five(ish) little girl: “I passed gas.”

Older gentleman, after a moment of silence during which I can only assume, not seeing his face, he was attempting to gather his wits and not laugh:

“Well, at least we’re walking away. I bet no one noticed.”

Five(ish little girl: “They noticed.”

I was trying not to laugh as I followed them down the hall. I have to give it to the guy, he didn’t ever act like anything was out of the ordinary during the conversation. I couldn’t help but wish I could meet this little girl. Any child so concerned with propriety has to be one funny little girl. The man wasn’t her father, because I saw her call someone else “Daddy” later, but I suppose he could have been her grandfather. At any rate, it gave me my ab workout for the day – trying to be quiet while I cried laughing.