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My three-year-old son had been struggling with potty training, and I was constantly reminding him about it. One afternoon we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick bite between errands. The place was packed, with every table full.As I was eating my taco, I caught a smell and immediately checked my seven-month-old daughter. She was fine. Then I realized—Matt hadn’t mentioned needing the potty in a while. I asked him, and he quickly said, “No.”But the smell grew stronger. I worried he’d had an accident, and I hadn’t brought extra clothes. Leaning over, I asked again, “Matt, are you sure you didn’t have an accident?”Again: “No.”Still doubting him, I asked a third time. That’s when Matt suddenly stood up in front of the crowded dining room, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks, and shouted:“SEE, MOM, IT’S JUST FARTS!”The room erupted. Nearly a hundred people were choking on their tacos from laughing. Meanwhile, Matt calmly pulled his pants back up, sat down, and went back to eating like nothing had happened. I was mortified.Thankfully, some kind older folks came over to say it was the best laugh they’d had in years. As we left, one gentleman bent down to Matt and said, “Don’t worry, son. My wife accuses me of the same thing all the time—I just never had the courage to prove it like you did.”