Jar Fart

Liz LuscombComment
Two things to know about farts:  farts can be funny and farts can be gross.  
I also stand by my childhood declaration: Boys are GROSS!

With that said, I'm going to jump right into my story.  

On Saturday evening, Nate was on dish duty.  
Now I am on the couch, minding my business, when he decides to pop into the living room; mischief written all over his face. 

Me:  What are you doing? (picture me squinting my beady eyes at him)

This is when my eldest child held up a sealed mason jar and says to me, "Mom, whatever you do, DO NOT ever use this jar again."

Me: Why? (eyes still squinted)

Nate:  Because I farted into it.  (he says this matter-of-factly, then runs off)

I thought he was kidding.  I didn't think about it again.

Until the next morning....

Nate yells: "Yaaaarrggghhh!!!  I'm never doing that again.  That nearly made me throw up."

Me: What in the world are you talking about?

Barely able to finish my question, Nathan stormed into the kitchen and placed an empty mason jar into the sink without answering me.

Me:  Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Did you really fart into a jar, wait over night, and then sniff it?

Nate:  Yes.  Yes, I did.  And it was disgusting. (then he walked straight out of the kitchen)

Later that evening I grabbed a mason jar out of the cabinet and almost started loading it up with ice, before I had a moment of ewww.  

I sniffed the jar.  

What!? I had to make sure I wasn't using the fart jar! Stop judging me.
And just for the record, the jar was good to go.