Uh Oh Roll Down the Window

Walter

Um who was that?” I asked, waving my hand in front of my face.

“Not meee.” “Wasn’t me.” “It was you!” “No it wasn’t. It was you, Fart Face!”

“Okay guys, doesn’t matter.” Even though I had asked the question.

Thankfully the breezy mountain air swooshed through the half-open windows and replaced any offensive olfactory evidence with its piney freshness. We all took great gulps – even the offender, whoever that was.

It’s never any of them. Even though it was clearly someone. Nobody heard it, but it definitely happened. Like the empty marshmallow bag lying in the pantry. It’s an extra ten steps to the trash can, where an empty bag should be, but that’s neither here nor there – or rather, it’s here, in plain view. Empty. I distinctly told them: one each. Which means the bag should still be three quarters full.

“Who finished all the marshmallows?” I asked the pantry. Oh, that would be… nobody.

Nobody drew on the car seat with navy blue sharpie. Nobody ate the entire bag of marshmallows. Nobody farted. Nobody cut a hole in her leggings. With scissors.

The evidence is right there, for all to see (or smell). So why don’t any of them own up to it?

I used to do the same thing as a kid. In my mind, it was better to say not me, or I don’t know, than confess to the kiddy crime (not that farting is a crime, but it is viewed as some kind of minor assault). Implicating myself was too awful to contemplate. Why would I admit I had done something less than good? Even though it was plainly obvious that it couldn’t have been anyone but me, I didn’t want to admit to myself I had transgressed in any real or imaginary way, and I would never admit it to anyone else.

But really, the assault is in the question: “Who Did It?” Accusatory. Loaded. Implies wrongdoing. Superficially it appears to be a simple request for information – but why is it important who did it? Does it matter who farted? Or who finished the marshmallows? Maybe a little in that whoever did either of those things has or will have a tummy issue in the works, and it’s nice to be prepared I suppose. But there are other ways to ask, without adding a layer of “You’ve done something wrong, now ‘fess up.”

Like: were those marshmallows so yummy? Or: was something bothering you on your leggings that you wanted to cut off? How about: is it more fun to draw on the car seat than on a piece of paper?

I want to get the most information, honestly and directly – and if there’s even an aura of accusation, natural instinct is to go on the defensive. Evade. Or even lie a little. Nope, wasn’t me!

book

As for the farting – do I really need to know?

Walter, in one of my favorite children’s books Walter the Farting Dog, has such a bad case of the farts everyone blames him for their own gassiness and he is almost ousted from the house. The book is dedicated to “everyone who’s ever felt misjudged or misunderstood.”

Who cares who it was. Everyone farts.

Better to just roll down the window.

Uh Oh Roll Down the Window by OPI

Uh Oh Roll Down the Window by OPI

This post was written as part of the April A to Z Challenge. To read more of my A to Z posts click here.

10 thoughts on “Uh Oh Roll Down the Window

  1. Love, love, love. I’ve read it about three times and I’m still laughing 🙂 Nobody drew on the car seat with navy blue sharpie bwahahaha! Nobody cut a hole in her leggings with scissors lol. Hilarious. More like this please 🙂 xoxo

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