narrative

Lots of silly stories come from being in a crazy family like mine. One of the more recent ones involves my little sister, my grandfather, and my now-late grandmother. On the Western Caribbean cruise that my immediate family and my grandparents went on when my grandmother was still living, my little sister amused my grandmother with her childish and direct perspective. My grandfather, as he is ...prone to do, had ...broken wind. He'd let out a big one, and the room was filled with a powerful stench. My little sister exclaimed, "What is that?!", while probably holding her little nose. My grandmother, struggling for a euphemism to shelter my little sister's innocence, stuttered, "He umm... broke wind. He cut the cheese. He ... passed gas." Finally, at a loss for words, she asked my sister, "What would you call that?" My little sister, ever accurate in her childlike perception, exclaimed, "I call that a FART!" My grandmother burst out laughing, amused at how she had tried to beat around the bush when my little sister knew //exactly// what it was that my grandfather had done.