It’s just farts . . .
My three year old son had a lot of problems with potty training; and I was
on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in
between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room.While enjoying
my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course, I checked my seven month
old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized that Matt had not asked to
go potty in a while, so I asked him and he said,”No.” I kept thinking, “Oh
Lord, that child has had an accident and I didn’t have any clothes with
me.”
Then I said, “Matt, are you sure you did not have an accident?” “No,” he
replied. I just knew that he must have, because the smell was getting
worse. So I asked one more time, “Matt, did you have an accident?”
Matt jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and
yelled…. “SEE, MOM, IT’S JUST FARTS!!!” While 100 people nearly choked to
death on their tacos, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down to eat his
food as if nothing happened.
I was mortified! Some kind elderly people made me feel a lot better, when
they came over and thanked me for the best laugh they had ever had! Another
old gentleman stopped us in the parking lot as we were leaving, bent over
to my son and said, “Don’t worry son, my wife accuses me of the same thing
all the time…I just never had the nerve to make the point like you did.”