Have you ever asked your child a question too many times?

My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training and I was on him constantly. One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between errands.
It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven-month-old daughter, and she was clean.
Then I realized that Danny had not asked to go potty in a while. I asked him if he needed to go, and he said “No”. I kept thinking “Oh Lord, that child has had an accident, and I don’t have any clean clothes with me.”
Then I said, “Danny, are you SURE you didn’t have an accident?” “No,” he replied. I just KNEW that he must have had an accident, because the smell was getting worse. So, I asked one more time, “Danny, did you have an accident?”
This time he jumped up, yanked down his pants, bent over, spread his cheeks and yelled “SEE MOM, IT’S JUST FARTS!!”
While 30 people nearly choked to death on their tacos laughing, he calmly pulled up his pants and sat down.
An older couple made me feel better, thanking me for the best laugh they’d ever had!

:lol: Reminds me of an old joke

Little Jonny is in class and the teacher asks the pupils to give her a sentence with the word “definitely” in it. After a few sensible answers she turns to Jonny and asks:

“Can you think of a sentence Jonny?”

“Yes Miss, but first, do farts have lumps in them?”

The teacher replied “No Jonny, not usually”

Jonny replied “Well in that case Miss I’ve definitely sh*t my pants!!”