Max: You hear that?
Me: Shhhh.
Max: You hear that, Mommy?
Me: I don’t hear anything, Max.
Max: What’s that noise?
Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Max: I hear that noise. You HEAR that?!
Me: Are you done, Max?
Max: Ppbbbblllllllttt! Ppppbbbbbbbblllllttttt!
Me: ……….
Max: Ppllllllllsssssbbbbbbtttt!
I guess Max is a few years away from learning that we all must pretend public stalls are actually private. very funny.
SO FUNNY! Had I a Coke, it would’ve surely exited through my nose!
Oh.
How.
Funny!!
Of course, I totally understand your humiliation, and how, I’m sure, you had to wait until the coast was clear to exit your stall!
Now I have to really laugh at this post. I recently posted a “potty talk” post on my blog, lamenting over my son’s diarrhea and resulting diaper rash. My husband raised his eyebrows at me for having posted something like that. When I read this post, which was very humorous, I was able to say “See honey, I’m not the only one to post about potty talk!”
Thanks for sharing.