A couple of years ago I found a bunch of "whoopie cushions" on clearance for 50 cents I think-- we were having a family get together that week so I picked enough up for the grandchildren-
Now I don't particularly find them amusing but I had a pretty good hunch the kids small and big ones might
They had such fun with those things - that I found myself laughing with abandonment as they plopped down on them
As a child you would not find a whoopie cushion in our house- I didn't think for a long time I was suppose to have gas- certainly not anything that could make that whoopie cushion noise
You see I never heard my mother pass gas or as she would say- "expel gas"-- and we better not refer to it in any other way either!
I didn't even know the f word- the other f word until I was grown
And as far as my daddy went- I had never heard him either- although I reasoned that he did- cause whenever we smelled something bad my mother would say "I reckon it's your daddy"
To this day if I am ever around my brother - especially in a church setting - he will turn to me with the straightest face and whisper to me - "did you expel gas"