Gone With The Wind

(I am six years old. My parents always berate and ridicule me for farting, so I’ve become sensitive about it. One day, I am with my mother in line waiting for a teller. I fart. Everyone looks at me. I turn red. )

Me: “MOOOOOOOM!” *looks at my mother*

(Everyone looks over at my mother.)

Mom: *embarrassed* “Dear, you’re not supposed to… Oh, never mind. Just say ‘excuse me’ next time. Okay, dear?”