Milord

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.