split this one with my wife. yay wife.

also, this story is just plain hilarious even though the only tie to chipotle was that she was eating there…

I myself was enjoying my very tasty burrito when I smelled the faint stench of soiled undies. Immediately I rushed to 3 year-old Abbey’s side to unobtrusively check, but she was perfectly clean. Then it hit me that Jake hadn’t gone potty all day long.

So I asked him. He said no. But the stench of the soiled undies did not disappear, and I was beginning to worry that this smell would pervade the surrounding area and attract a bit of negative attention. I thought to myself: “Sweet Jesus, the child pooped his pants…” Continuing to dread that this was actually what had occured, I asked again; his reply was the same as before. “He just had to have, it’s getting worse!” So, with my best effort of a stern expression on a less-than-serious topic, I asked one more time.

This time, he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks and yelled, “See Bridget, IT’S JUST FARTS!”

I tried to reduce the length of my quote, but frankly the writing is just so good and the story so hilarious that no bits can be removed. Fortunately, the patrons seemed to get a good laugh out of it. Chin up, Bridge, I think it’s a hilarious story from both “ends”!