My three-year-old son, Matt, had a lot of problems with potty training. 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." I asked again, "Matt, are you sure you did not have an accident?" "No," he replied. I just knew that he must have, cause the smell was getting worse.
So, I asked one more time, "Matt, did you have an accident?"
This time, with a little smirk on his face, he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled, "See Mom, it's just gas!!"
While 50 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, but 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!