The Fart in First Grade

The following story was written by my nine year old son, Chester.  He and I share a very similar sense of humor.  I think he's got a gift for writing and I look forward to watching him grow through words.  He's a funny lil nugget, and this piece was written for a fourth grade personal essay assignment where the students were asked to write about a small moment in time that stands out for them.  It's really funny whe he reads it aloud. You

The Fart in First Grade

I had chili for breakfast that day and from the start of eating that chili, I knew something would be wrong.  I was in first grade and my teacher was passing out our grades.  She called my name.  She had to walk over to me because she was clear across the room. I held the fart in.

Then she called Elizabeth, so I knew I could let it rip.  Good thing it was silent, but it was very deadly.  Next she called Evan, who sat right next to me.  I got worried, like I had done a crime and I knew I was guilty.
The teacher walked past me to Evan then she sniffed and, trust me, I thought what she did next was wrong.  She said, "Boy! It really stinks over here."

I immediately looked at Evan and pointed at him. The teacher said, "Evan, what have you been eating?"

Evan clearly did not know what was going on. He looked confused.  "What did I do?" he said.
I made a sign to Evan to be quiet. 

"Chet did it!" he said.  So much for him covering for me.  It seemed like he ratted me out.

"Who ever did that can go to the bathroom on the way to recess!" my teacher said.

I do not want anyone to know it was me, so I walked past the boys bathroom and out to the playground.