Took my daughter to the orthdontist today. While she was having her braces adjusted, the son and I hung in the waiting area. The boy is 4, and still trying to fully grasp this whole toilet thing.
As he was playing with some plastic letters, I smelled gas.
“Emmett …” I said.
“Emmett … do you have to go pottie?”
“No,” he said.
“Emmett, I smell gas.”
It’s times like these when you remember that other people are around, and your son is not the only one who farts.