|Beware the bottom...|
In the silence of the night, when all is quiet and everyone's falling asleep in the Scottie Mom household, every once in a while you can hear a slight disturbance in the air. Sometimes, if you're lucky, it's just Heather chasing squirrels in her dreams. Other times, well, let's just say the noise comes from the other end! Usually, Scottie Dad and I just look at each other laughing and shaking our heads, knowing that sound just about as intimately as we know the differences in the click-click-clicking on the hardwoods to tell us which of our Scotties is coming down the hall to visit.
As you know by now and yet, unbeknownst to Scottie Dad to this day (because these silly stories of Scotties in the human bed while he's away can't possibly be true!), when those midnight alarms go off, they aren't going off from the other room. Nope. The other night when I was about to fall asleep, Mr. K came up close to cuddle. After he settled, he decided to let one rip...not far from Scottie Mom's face. Suddenly, the midnight passing gas games weren't so funny. I turned around and faced the other way. Mr. K, seemingly offended, got up and climbed over me before sounding off two more alarms, back to back. Now, we all know that Scottie gas, as one Scottie Mom reader puts it, is "the pits!" Needless to say, those sheets came off the bed the very next morning.
And so, I ask fellow Scottie Moms and Dads this: what is the deal with Scottie gas? Scottie Grandmadre laughs at all Heather and Mr. K's gaseous tales (so long as they aren't happening around her!) and swears they are the gassiest pair she's ever met, between the post-dinner burps and the midnight - and sometimes midday - rear end explosions. What gives?