My mom did her best. She really did. She always corrected us when we were being vulgar. One such incident was when Dan and I decided it would be funny to continually call each other "fart face." It still is funny. It makes me smile. We were very young, maybe 3 and 4. She told us not to say that, because it was vulgar. We thought she was correcting our word usage: it wasn't a fart, it was a vulgar. We did the best we could. When Dad got home from work, we impressed him with our new found vocabulary by calling him a new nickname: he became the Vulgie Monster. We couldn't say vulgar; vulgie was all we had in us. And if those were vulgies, than he was the Vulgie Monster. I can still hear one of my mom's most used phrases: "John, take a lecithin." Apparently lecithin makes you not fart as much or smell as bad. I'm not sure which, but I should pick some up at the pharmacy.
Someone should have told these guys that "fart face" was vulgar. It could have saved a man's life.
Today also happens to be my mother-in-law's birthday. I'm sure she'll be happy to have this attached to this post. Happy birthday, Mom! I love you.
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