Angel Status Revoked

When I was maybe Lotta's age, (10) we were getting ready for bed.  A very smelly loud toot escaped from me.  I am not typically a super gaseous person, so when it happens, even I am sort of surprised.  My stepdad at the time, said, "Oh, I guess you are not an angel, like we thought."  I was devastated, thinking I had somehow lost a coveted position.  

 When Ellie was undergoing chemotherapy, she would have the smelliest loudest gaseous emissions.  And she would completely claim them.  I imagined when she went to school, that there was probably an actual visible cloud that followed her around.  And when something did erupt from her body, she proudly claimed, "That was me!"  Just in case there was any confusion from where the sound/smell came.  No shame.  Just owned it.   

Now Lotta proudly carries on her sister's tradition as she loudly lays her bombs around the house.  On people. On beds.  At dinner.  They are loud.  They are smelly.  And Zibbi has the loudest burp

ever heard from such a small body.  They happen so often, she thinks saying "Excuse me", is too cumbersome to endure.  I think we have broken the shame cycle of females having bodily functions.  Which basically means we have to light a lot more candles.