Smell Your Butt
5 May 1995
Just now I was lying in bed awake. I could hear the wind in the trees, the streetsweeper far away, and the lady below us was singing, “Hallelujah! Hallelujah! Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord!” She has this deep, clear voice.
Then Teresa, asleep, said, “No more basketball!”
“Okay, sweetheart,” I said, and we shifted a little.
Then a few minutes later, still asleep, “Smell your butt!”
I didn’t respond. Was this an order? And whose butt?
When I started to get up, Teresa woke up for a moment. “I want something,” she said in an almost-asleep voice.
“I don’t know. Lots of stuff.” And then she was asleep again.