So yesterday I took the boys to Chic-Fil-A to have lunch and play in the playplace. We had a nice meal, and towards the end, E says, "Mom I have to go potty right now!" So of course, I don't take the hint. Instead I think I can grab W out of the high chair, take the remains of our lunch over to the trash can and then take him to the bathroom.
Well, apparently he couldn't wait.
I turn around from dumping the tray and there is my 4-year-old son with his pants around his ankles, standing in the middle of the Chic-Fil-A.
Little did I know he had such a high level of self-esteem coupled with a very low level of caring what others of him. Sometimes I wish I had those personality traits! :)
Seriously, though, I'm just glad he didn't start peeing right then and there.
So with West in my arms clinging for dear life, I ninja-moved over to E, yanked up his pants and ran him to the bathroom, hoping that no one noticed. I didn't have the guts to look around and see who was silently laughing. Luckily we made it and had no other complications the rest of the outing.
Such is my life. :)
5 comments:
Hahahahahahahaha! That is toooo funny!
LOL - that's boys for ya! And I got this whole ninja-move picture of you in my head. :)
so cute.
Hahaha! I can't wait to have kids. :)
Thanks for the laugh! I still think Eli and Sage somehow came from the same mold! I am constantly having to remind her to wait until she is 'at the toilet' before pulling her pants down! Fortunately, it hasn't happened quite this publicly yet!! lol!
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