One of the most delightful aspects of growing up, for parents at least, is how kids apply what they learn to new situations, often in an incredibly apt and surprising manner. All too frequently I assume the information hasn’t penetrated, or if it has, it’s never likely to see the light of day again. But that just goes to show what a narrow-minded skeptic I truly am.
Hence I’m busy in the kitchen, preparing dinner, peeling potatoes, chopping carrots and frying onions, the basics for many a meal. The aroma permeates the household, warm, piquant and inviting, when I hear a commonplace noise from my youngest. He stumbles through the kitchen, a la ‘Lawrence of Arabia in the Desert’– clutching his throat with gagging noises. But he pauses a moment, pinches his nostrils firmly closed, hits the extractor fan button and announces in a nasal tone, “You know Mom, I fink it’s time for a courtesy flush.”