By Chloe Bennett • January 29, 2026 • Share
On Tuesday evening, during dinner, my son announced that he wanted to dress up as a fart for Halloween. I nearly choked on the water I was drinking. He’s six. He was just sitting there, serious, with spaghetti sauce on his chin, saying: “I want to be a big brown fart cloud.”
My husband looked at me like it was my turn to handle this one. I had no idea what to say. Where do kids even come up with these ideas? I told him absolutely not. He had to pick something normal: a superhero, a dinosaur, anything else.
He made that stubborn face that means “I’m never letting this go.” He started explaining, with the utmost seriousness, that farts are funny, that everyone would laugh, and that it would be the best costume ever.
I was exhausted after work, my head was pounding, and I lost my patience. I said, “Fine. You want to be a fart? Make it yourself. I’ll help you get the materials, but the rest is up to you.”
I honestly thought he’d give up after ten minutes. He didn’t.
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