Hubby loves to pick on the kids, but especially H.
"H, your bus!" he would yell as the familiar beep hails from outside.
"It's not my bus!" H would retort, jugular veins taut and ready to burst.
It's the yellow garbage truck of course.
"Are you guys farting?" hubby would holler whenever we hear the kids starting to raise their voices with each other, or sharp slaps and cries of "Ouch!" and "Owwwww!" travel to our auditory territories.
"No!" they would sometimes answer.
Of course, in hubby lingo, farting means fighting, I think intended to make the kids stop fighting and laugh instead.
"H, please don't fart this early in the morning," hubby would say if they start quarreling during breakfast.
H used to take these teasings badly, stomping and crying, but he has been seasoned by it, I think. Now, H simply grins and retorts back with his own 'lingo', that never fails to make me chuckle or shake my head. Together, hubby and H are the house clowns.
I just hope the baby won't start gurgling and laughing at the sound of the word "fart."
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salaam nadia,
so far so good, alhamdolillah. it's a little overwhelming to think that in a few months' time i will be a holding a baby, my own, in my arms. aaaa!
mashAllah, your kids' writing is really creative. i can't believe they're so young, mostly. ogden nash is one of my favourite poets. i can read the candy is dandy collection over and over again.
:)
waalaikumsalam
alhamdulillah...insyaallah..you will be holding a bundle of joy in a few months :D and probably a bundle of healthy lungs too (you'll see what I mean when it happens ;))
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