Do you know what I hate? It's for your 4-year-old to make fun of you. Smart little fart.
And right there was the problem.
We went to a Mexican restaurant and I had the works, everything from dip to glaucamolly to refried beans and I drank about seven beers. Chips make me thirsty.
Anyway, on the way home I tried to ease a little beer and beans odor off and some idiot stopped real quick right in front of me. My cussing and fart must have made a special duo for the kid said, "Do it again, Daddy!"
Actually, before long everyone realized that a little more had happened. Actually a lot. I had shat my pants.
So we stop on the driveway and I hurry in the house and Lilli, little snot, yelled loud enough for the neighbors to hear. Plus I couldn't deny it because I had left a trail back to the car.
That's why I overtalk Lilli every time she comes in when we have visitors.
I've tried reminding her of all the crap in her diapers I helped clean but she claims that all of it put together wouldn't add up to that trail from the car to the bushes behind the house.