So this weekend I was cleaning out the fridge. Not my favorite job, but it was pretty bare and hubby decided to do the grocery shopping. His mantra is 'he who shops decides what we eat.' Since I don't feel like dragging the monsters three with me, he can do it. As usual, my mini crowd congregates while I'm elbow deep in suds cleaning the various parts and drawers. My oldest holds up my container of yeast and asks what it is.
"It's yeast, honey."
"Okay, what does it do?"
"You make bread with it."
She gets a quizzical look on her face and asks how.
"You have to wake them up."
"Like this?" violently shaking the container.
"No, honey. You have to put some in warm water to wake them up. Then you use it in the dough."
"Okay mom...then what?"
Honestly, I didn't know how to tell her about the science of making bread in a simple way. So I said,
"It farts."
"It FARTS?!?!" (Laughs hysterically)
"Yep. You know those holes in the bread you eat? That's created when the yeast fart."
She gallops off to tell her siblings about this, cracking up. I only hope there's a good amount of time between now and the next time we visit my in-laws. I have a funny feeling this new found science of theirs will come to revisit. You see, my MIL is a lady. And when I mean lady, I mean there's no such thing as a fart in her house. She's informed my children they do not fart, they pass gas.
Not skipping a beat, all three come running back into the kitchen.
Little Man: "Mom, does bread fart?"
Little T: "NO! It PASSES GAS! (doubled over in laughter)
Me: "Yeah, you wait and think about THAT the next time you eat lunch!"
Honestly they seem to be delighted with the idea. My kids are as sick and twisted as I am.
