At the Taco Bell
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.
Sooooo ... I asked one more time, "Matt, did you have
an accident?" Matt jumped up, yanked down his pants,
bent over, spread his cheeks, and yelled ... "SEE,
MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!" While 20 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. |
