my delightfully crass little cousin, levi, has once again given me reason to marvel. i haven't seen much of him during the past few years, but when he was around 3-4, i couldn't get enough. i can remember him peeing on caryn one night that we spent the night at aunt lori's (and let's face it, you're my best friend after that). i can remember the excited horror i felt after adam mischeviously asked him if he could fit his whole hand in his butt ("ADAM!!! YOU DON'T ASK A FOUR-YEAR-OLD BOY THAT!! HE'LL TRY IT!!!!!!")(still don't know what happened after that one).
levi is now a fifth-grader. he has two older brothers, joey and steven, and has been taught by the finest of horrible boys. joey used to smash frogs on the sidewalk. levi's surely picked up something.
apparantly during class this past week levi did something to cause his teacher (the first male teacher he's ever had) to give him detention.
Levi farted.
no--i know. i know. "he farted?! detention??!!" yes. i guess he was very deliberate about it...lifting his cheek, adjusting the angle for optimal tone and quality...i guess it was quite juicy.
so yes. i am the girl whose cousin got detention for farting.
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