I apologize for posting two new entries in one day. But I remembered an interesting encounter I had with Jonathan a couple weeks ago, and wanted to share it with you. What brought this back to my memory? Well, if you must know, I am in the midst of a horrific sneezing fit...
Anyway, one afternoon after Jonathan came home from school I sat up and said, "Let's go to Starbucks!" I still had some bucks left on a gift card, and Jonathan was ready and eager to accompany me. He has learned to love and appreciate coffee that last six months or so. A pot of coffee in the morning is not always enough......I'm learning to share! (Warren usually drinks tea.)
So we drove to Starbucks - about a ten minute drive, and at a busy time of day. Then, any time after 2:00 in Worcester is a busy time of day. Once the high schools get out, traffic increases tremendously. Anyway, Jonathan and I pulled in to Starbucks and found a spot to park in the back aisle. As I pulled in, I was overcome with a horrible stench. It was easily recognizable as "one of Jonathan's farts" and I easily reprimanded him. "Could you have waited about ten seconds until you got outside before you did that?" "WHAT?" he asked, dumbfounded. "THE FART!! Couldn't you have waited?" He just looked at me like I was from another planet. We got out of the car and started walking across the parking lot.
He said, "Geez, I'm sorry! But hey, I don't get all over you when you have your sneezing fits!" I stopped dead in my tracks and just looked at him.
"MY SNEEZES DON'T STINK!"