Sibling Rivalry Thanks to the Gas We Pass!
So, on my way home from picking up the kids tonight and I knew there would be trouble. Am hadn’t pooped in a day or so and she was acting a little too uncomfortable in her seat. Honestly, I wanted to cry. She has been in panties for weeks now and the last thing I needed was a big, wet, stinky one in my car to clean up.
Either way. as we chugged along, I knew things were getting bad when the noise came. **NNEERRPPP*
“AH HAHAHAHA! Daddy… I pooted!
“Did you say poot or poop?”
“I didn’t poot.”
“Okay?”
“You did!”
“What? No wait a minute… I would have claimed…”
“No Daddy… I pooted.”
“Okay, don’t poop in your panties… we are going home.”
At this point, my little red head struck up her own funk band, causing me to have to roll down the windows to keep from passing out. Luckily, we made it home with no issues. Am was clean and I was able to get her out and in the house. But… the stink still lingered. ‘Where is that coming from?’, I asked myself. When Abby smiled at me I knew…
I guess you have to keep up with your siblings. I’m so glad I was an only child.
