Monday, October 22, 2012

Metal chairs

Mom, Dad, David and I shuffled into the second to the back row at Matt's 5th grade music concert. We had just settled into our metal folding chairs. I probably would have never remembered that night if it weren't for David.

That "up-to-no-good" smile came over David's face and he began to lean hard to the left. Bbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

My eye's nearly popped out of my head! David had just farted and there is no doubt in my mind that every person in that crowded gymnasium knew. David happens to be a proud farter and made sure everyone knew where it came from. He laughed so loud and shouted, "I'm just like my Dad!"

We had all hoped that David would quiet down quickly but that was not the case. Dad was very embarrassed and was frantically trying to calm David down. "Shh, shh, shh. Watch your brother sing. Watch your brother sing!" It was no use.

Immediately after the concert ended, we were greeted by some friends of the family. Sure enough they had heard the whole thing and they were sitting in the front row! Even Matt knew what happened and he was singing with the rest of the 5th graders.
David and Matt 2004

Word of advice: Never pass gas while sitting in a metal chair.

David makes so many people laugh. If you have had the pleasure of meeting David, what's your David Story?

1 comment:

  1. My "David Story" is not a particular incident but just the everytime I saw him, it didn't matter how long it had been, he would always ask me "Where's Knucklehead at?", "What's Knucklehead doing?", "How's Knucklehead?" Always one of these three, never failed. It is such a fun memory, but definitely one that we will always cherish and think of David and smile (and now probably shed a tear or three) when we hear "Knucklehead" by anybody.

    Ralph and Shelly Crawford