I am not a supportive stepmommy
Sara had never had patience much less with littles. She was the stepmommy of the little step-brat she couldn't stand, and when her husband asked her to take care of her, she agreed more out of obligation than affection. She's not mine, she thought, as the brat cried incessantly.
She picked her up. She rocked her. She moved her from side to side. Nothing. The crying continued, loud, insistent, as if she had an endless button.
What's wrong with you? she murmured, now on the verge of despair.
She checked her diaper, her clothes, she even spoke to her as if she were old. Nothing worked. The crying kept getting louder, and Sara felt her patience vanishing just as quickly.
Then, in the midst of the chaos, she remembered something: she had once seen that littles calmed down with repetitive sounds. Without thinking twice, Sara put her bottom right in front of her face and let out a few enormous farts that instantly put the brat to sleep. She didn't know if it was the loud sound or the foul smell, but the important thing was that the brat stopped crying and her shhhhhhh filled the room.
The brat, her husband's babygirl, stayed still. She blinked. And, little by little silence.
Sara opened her eyes, incredulous.
Seriously was that it?
Minutes later, the little girl was sleeping peacefully. Sara, disheveled and exhausted, smiled with a mixture of triumph and relief.
When her husband arrived and saw the girl asleep, peaceful, he thought the stepmommy had done a perfect job.
And Sara said nothing. She just crossed her arms, remembering the farts as if they were her new best friend.
