Friday is my second favorite F word.  With the week I’ve had, I couldn’t be happier it’s Friday.  As everyone knows, my 8-year-old son had an emergency appendectomy this week.  He has been such an amazing trooper and as his mother, I couldn’t be prouder. 

Last night, he scared the dickens out of us.  We had all just fallen asleep.  Suddenly, my son started screaming at the top of his lungs.  He couldn’t move and was complaining of sharp pain around an incision site.  I called the surgeon who advised us to go to the ER.

He continued to cry the entire way to the hospital.  We finally get there and he’s immediately rushed into a room.  The doctor comes in and starts pushing on his stomach.  Then it happened.  My son FARTED.  He smiled.  Laughed.  He said “I feel better”.

With that said, Fart is my favorite F word.