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*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!