There are 5 brothers in our home. Each with enough spit and vigor to take down a raging bull. They are "all boy" as my mother would say. At times I wonder what exactly IS in their DNA. There must be something to cause the ever present "Boy Laws" that pop up from time to time. They are laws that could not be more serious than if Congress had passed them in full session!For Example: In our home it is "Boy Law" that should someone fart they must immediately yell, "Safety!" loud enough for all in the general farting vicinity to hear. Should a friend smell said fart and yell, "Doorknob!" before "Safety" is called the friend may unapologetically and with much hooting and hollering begin hitting the farter repeatedly until said farter touches a doorknob.This is Boy Law in our home. All must obey boy law or they are out of the club! (Mom's however are exempt) They have effectively made a law that rats themselves out if even a silent one passes. I cannot for the life of me figure this out.
On another note:
How many times does a teenage boy have to fart in his bedroom before they realize that their room now has a fart smell baked into the walls that no deodorizer could ever mask? How many courses in "Raise your window after you fart" does it take to learn how to raise your window after you fart?I need answers people. I have no gas mask and my eye drops have run out! Not only do I have to whiff my sons' farts but their friends just keep coming over too! They all fart! When I walk into their bedroom to serve the boys and their friends freshly baked cookies I'm immediately hit with a gas cloud that knocks me into last Thursday.Do the friends care? Nope. Do any of them think to open the window? Nope. Do they eat the cookies? Yep.How? How do they stand each other's smell?!