My three-year-old son had a lot of trouble with potty training, and I was constantly on him about it. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch between errands. The place was packed, every table full.
While eating my taco, I caught a whiff of something and immediately checked my seven-month-old daughter—she was clean. Then it hit me: Matt hadn’t asked to go potty in a while. I asked him, and he quickly said, “No.”
But the smell was getting stronger. I thought, “Oh no, he’s had an accident, and I don’t have any extra clothes with me.” I leaned over and asked again, “Matt, are you sure you didn’t have an accident?”
Again, “No.”
I still didn’t believe him, so I asked one last time. That’s when Matt jumped up in front of the entire dining room, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks, and shouted:
“SEE, MOM, IT’S JUST FARTS!!!”
Nearly a hundred people in the restaurant choked on their tacos from laughing so hard. Meanwhile, Matt calmly pulled his pants back up, sat down, and continued eating like nothing happened. I was completely mortified.
Thankfully, some kind elderly folks came over to tell me it was the best laugh they’d had in ages. As we left, one older gentleman leaned down to Matt and said, “Don’t worry, son. My wife accuses me of the same thing all the time—I just never had the guts to prove it like you did.”
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