I don't know what conjured this memory up... maybe it was the Cabbage Patch dolls/bedtime story thread...
When I was a kid, maybe 10 years old, bodily functions were hilarious in my house (even for us girls). It was common for one of us kids to "let one rip" and Dad to feign irritation and say, "who did that?! Did you let one?!" (It was even funnier when the culprit was my mother, who would invariably blame the youngest child for the gasseousness.)
I'll never forget, Dad was reading us a bedtime story (from My Book of Bible Stories)one evening, and I had a little too much soda at dinner. I leaned over on my sister, and let one right on her. We giggled, but Dad didn't think it was very funny. Full of righteous indignation (prime elder material, if you ask me), he said, "I can't believe you would do that! That's like farting on Jesus' sacrifice!"
Oh my God, it was all I could do to not to burst out laughing right there. My sister started giggling, and that was it. I burst out laughing and got sent to my room, grounded for a week (A WEEK!!) and had to write an essay on "showing appreciation for Jesus' sacrifice."
Whew...
Hey! Who let one?!
"I'm not a woman to be honked at." -- Maureen O'Hara, The Quiet Man