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 Matty 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:
“Matty, 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:
“Matty, did you have an accident?”
Stopped by an old gentleman
Matt jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled,
“SEE, MOM, IT’S JUST FARTS!!!”
While 100 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
