So cried CootieGirl today when we took the kids out to lunch after church. Rather than hitting up McDonald’s (whose food the kids never eat even when we do go there), we opted to hit a local BBQ joint in Rock Hill. Towards the end of the meal Denis took his wallet out of his back pocket to pay. Suddenly CootieGirl cried, “Someone POOTED!”
Denis and I laughed. “Did you poot?” I asked her.
“It wasn’t ME!” she said, taking a look behind her just to make sure.
I looked at Denis. “It wasn’t ME,” he said.
To CootieGirl I replied, “She who smelt it usually dealt it.” (why yes, I AM 10 years old)
“No!” she protested. “It was DADDY!”
Denis protested a second time, and said, “I didn’t hear anything, and I don’t smell anything. I think she’s imagining things.”
CootieGirl again said, “No, it was DADDY – he went like this!” and proceeded to raise up one butt cheek off the bench she was sitting on.
That’s when Denis and I realized that when Denis went to get his wallet from his back pocket, she must have thought that he in fact raised up to poot.
I couldn’t help myself. I busted up laughing – I’m sure the whole joint was looking at us because I had my “loud” laugh going. But it was so completely unexpected in so many ways.
And yes, as has been said on blogs all over the world, I did then say, “This is SO going on the blog.”
Yes, we both laughed pretty hard over that one. And just to be accurate, my wallet was in my front pocket, but I still needed to adjust in my seat to get at it.