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 Sugar Bun for a quick lunch in between errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my chicken drumstick, 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 awhile, so I asked him if he needed to go. 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 DAD, IT'S JUST FARTS!!", while 30 people nearly choked to death on their Chickens 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.