Preface: Caleb is nearly three-years-old and needs to use the bathroom while we are eating at a restaurant. Unfortunately, the bathroom is small and is equipped with only two stalls. Upon entering the bathroom we discover one stall is occupied by a woman obviously in distress. It smells very, very badly as Caleb and I enter the adjacent stall. In a loud and clear voice Caleb says:
"Mommy, what's that smell"?
"Mommy, I smell a skunk".
"Mommy, something smells like a sewer"!
"Mommy I think I am going to throw up"!
"Shoo-wee mommy"!
"Mommy why are you laughing"?
I couldn't laugh out loud because the poor lady in the next stall would have heard me, however, I was violently shaking with silent laughter while tears ran down my face. The entire time Caleb used the bathroom I prayed he wouldn't actually throw up as he was accustomed to doing at that age any time he smelled something really bad (it was an automatic reflex). Luckily we made it out of the bathroom without Caleb throwing up or me laughing out loud.
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