Days Before Doorknob

I grew up the oldest of three girls, in a family where audible poots were cause for embarrassment.  Imagine my shock when my boys turned their farts into the basis for the Doorknob/Safety game-- and stopped saying "excuse me" after flatulent episodes.

After I published this article, readers wrote in to describe infinite variations on the game, involving burps and such, which opened up a whole new world for me-- one that I did not want to join.  I took great care to hide those comments from my sons and husband as well.

Enjoy, and be warned that boys can have fun with even the grossest bodily functions.

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Enjoy, and let me know what you think!