From my niece's blog: Sorry Kelly, I don't know how to make a link to yours! You had Dave and I busting a gut! I can just imagine...
My children were talking about that 'one time we asked Mom to do it again' today. They were laughing about embarrassing me. I am not ashamed of my beautiful children, but that time....well, here's the story....
So we were on our way to California, and we stopped at a gas station. I took the 2 kids in to the restroom with me so we could all do our business. I am a super paranoid Mom- I have a hard time letting my kids out of sight in public places so we all herded into the same stall (and not only out of paranoia- they sometimes need help- you Mommies know how it is). So they do their thing and as it's my turn, I hear a couple of old ladies enter- they are chatting.
It's a 3 stall bathroom with great acoustics. The air falls silent. One of the ladies lets. it. rip.
My kids both gasp and look at me.
"What was that, Mom?" asks London (very loudly).
"Nothing," I whisper, and put a finger over my lips.
"Was that you, Mom?!" Nathaniel questions at 100,000 decibals.
I shake my head and mouth the word "No!"
"That was YOU?!" London exclaims.
I am bright red at this point, and so embarrassed I can't even move.
The old lady let's it go again. Louder and longer this time.
My kids bust out laughing.
"Do it again, Mom!" London says.
"Yeah, do it again!"
"It's. Not. Me." I whisper. "Be. Quiet."
"Come on! Do it again!"
More sounds erupt from the next stall.
More laughter explodes from ours.
"I knew it was you Mom. Do it again!"
One of the old ladies starts laughing at this point.
I'm just thinking 'Why me?'
I flush, get myself modest, and rush London and Nathaniel through the fastest hand washing of their lives before sprinting out of there.
We had a talk about bathroom manners in the car when they finally stopped giggling.
It's a good thing they are cute, that's all I'm saying. And, really, it wasn't me.