Not on purpose, but....
When my son, Chris, was a wee runt (3 or 4 years old), he let loose a bit of gas. Something that vile had no right to exist in someone so small. My nose burned. My eyes watered. It was brutal!! I told him how much I appreciated his sharing his innermost with me and asked him "Did something crawl up your ass and die?" He laughed. I laughed. And the day continued on it's merry way without a second thought or a repeat performance.
Later, that evening, my wife was taking an exceptionally long time to put Chris to sleep. The normal story and kiss on the head didn't seem to be doing the trick. Finally she came out of the bedroom, stared at me and with a look and tone of anger and laughter that I had not seen or heard before or since, asked me "What the hell did you say to him?" After the shortest pause, the afternoon incident jumped to mind and I began to laugh. Impressed was not the word for her reaction. But it didn't help her case that she had to fight not to break out laughing as well. (It seems to be important to have one mature adult in the house. Not my job.)
Apparently the little sprog was afraid that while he slept, creatures were going to crawl up his backside with the sole purpose of dying and infecting the world with their rotting stench. Mother managed to convince the little fellow that his father was a cruel idiot and that no such thing could or would happen.
He seems to have grown up well enough adjusted. But we still occasionally get a chuckle in the house when a particularly nasty odor floats about and the short version is asked, "Did something crawl?" Well he and I do. His mother still isn't quite over it.
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(mrbuddhafreak, Sat 23 Aug 2008, 8:21, Reply)