Mommy Farted!

Yesterday, we decided to spend the chilly day indoors at the Mall of America.  Our day was filled with rides, sea animals, Legos and shopping (Sounds like a pretty magical Sunday).  All was going well until we went into one of my favorite clothing stores.

I needed to go into the dressing room and try on a pair of jeans and a shirt.  Chase decided he wanted to tag along.  So tag along he did.  Every time we are in a dressing room, Chase makes me a promise.  He promises that if I let him out of the stroller he will “stay by me.” Chase usually does very well with this promise, so I agreed.  

Chase did stay by me, with the expectation of sitting on the ground and trying to scoot out underneath the dressing room door backwards.  He then proceeded to tell me, “I’m still here, only my squish butt is out.”  I decided to let this one go because I was hoping that if I didn't give him a reaction, hopefully he would stop this less than desirable activity.  (But looking back, I wish he would have continued that activity because the one to come ahead wasn't any better.)  After he didn't get a reaction, he did indeed move onto another activity.  The activity happened to be yelling, “Mommy, I see your undies,” and then he continued on to describe them (of course at the top of his lungs).  When I was done dressing, the dressing room attendant had tears in her eyes from laughing at our conversations.  And naturally, I walked out without making eye contact- pretending like nothing ever happened.   (On a side note: I am a little happy that I wore underwear because I can’t imagine his describing words if I hadn't.)

So, as it turns out- Chase describing my underwear to an entire dressing room full of people wasn't the most embarrassing moment in this store….

After the dressing room incident, we proceeded to the checkout.  While waiting to pay for my clothes, Cory was holding Chase next to me in line.  Then it happened...  Chase let out a huge fart.  He looks at Cory and yells (as if they had been rehearsing this for weeks), “Mom farted!” Everyone burst out laughing (except for me).  It started to cause a seen in the store so Cory carried Chase out of the store as quickly as he could, all while Chase was asking every store attendant he saw on the way out, “Why did my Mommy fart?”

At this point, we packed up our stuff and headed home, because after all, no half price pair of jeans is worth this humiliation. 

Side Story: Last night, after we returned home from shopping, we were talking about what job Chase wants when he is older.  I asked him if he wanted to work with babies, be a teacher, a police officer or a fireman? Cory chimed in and asked, "Or do you want to work with electricity like Daddy?"  Chase then looked at me and said while shaking his head in agreement, "Yeah, I want to sit on the couch like Daddy does."    

If that's not a kick to the self-esteem, I don't know what is.  

Happy Chilly Monday!!