FART

What a lovely healthy looking baby! All the mothers chattered. Indeed he was deserving of the prize.

Beautiful coloured dimpled smile canvassed the mother's face as lovely comments was made, under the scrutiny of admiration over the child, from one mother to another.

With a sonorous voice like that of the nightingale, she sang while changing his pampers. Kicking with both hands and legs, you would wonder if he's senses was well developed to pick the praises showered on him by his mother.

Ke ke ke ke... his tiny voice sounded in laughter having released a very loud fart. The hall reverberated with echoed laughter... 'He just cracked a joke' a yonng doctor said and the hall went wild, striking different notes of laughter's rhythm.

'mummy, it's an involuntary expultion of intestinal gas'. Another smack, colliding with his chubby buttocks. 'ouch! but maaaaaa' he cried with tear patched voice.

'fifteen years ago, this very same act turned the hall wild and a doctor said you just cracked a joke. You were the first to laugh, cuing everyone into that mood. The tide of time has changed and discipline, is a life-guard to all involuntary actions because with age comes great responsibility'.

Life would smack you all the more when you don't master involuntary actions: lies, too much sleep, food, talk, excessive indulgence, et cetera.