Proof yet again that there is a common sensibility among the different cultures of the world: fart humor is universal.
Being that my husband is a clown, we have been in posession of not one, but two "fart machines" --remote controlled little speakers that make a different fart noise every time the remote button is pressed. Both were given as gifts to Jeff (our friends and family know him so well). Wanting to spread the love, we packed one with us--not really knowing if it would be appropriate. But when has this stopped us before?
We started in on Christoph--with Gabi in cahoots--hiding the machine by their sleeping child who had gotten up hours after bedtime to snuggle on the couch between the chatting adults. Gabi and Jeff and I howled with laughter and tears as Christoph looked confused at the amount of noise emanating from his beautiful little sleeping girl.
The next day the toy was a hit with the kids. Bernhard, the 6 year old eldest, has taken to carrying the remote with him every where. According to Gabi, she overheard a conversation between him and the next eldest, 4 year old Mirjam, scheming about how they could possibly get this from us for good (not knowing yet that it was a gift):
Bernhard: Oh, I hope they give this fart machine to us, I have been wanting one my whole life! (funny, as he had never known one had existed until now)
Mirjam: Well, we will just hide it before they leave so that they can't find it--and then we will keep it!
Ahhh, how to lever such gaseous power?
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