For Those of us Who Have Or Have Had Kids

Have you ever asked your child a question too many
times? 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
Danny had not asked to go potty in a while, so I
asked him if he needed to go, and he said "No." I
kept thinking, "Oh Lord, that child has had an
accident, and I don't have any clothes with me." Then
I said, "Danny, are you SURE you didn't have an
accident?" "No," he replied. I just KNEW that he must
have had an accident, because the smell was getting
worse. Soooooo, I asked one more time, "Danny, did you
have an accident?" This time he jumped up, yanked!
down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and
yelled.
"SEE MOM, IT'S JUST FARTS!!" While 30 people nearly
choked to death on their tacos laughing! He calmly
pulled up his pants and sat down. An old couple made
me feel better by thanking me for the best laugh
they'd ever had!