Then out of nowhere she halts and says oh so loudly "OH MOMMY! I HAVE TO POOP!" I try and shush her and gather her stuff so we can go to the restroom. Then she does something else! She lets out the worlds loudest fart that would bring a tear to her fathers eye. He was so proud (he was actually)! She then proceeds to tell me "oh never mind I don't have to poop anymore!" I literally just froze. I did not want to make any kind eye contact with ANYONE! Once eye contact is made it makes the whole situation real and it cannot be real!
I quietly congratulated my turd (pun intended) and sat down. I prayed they called us next. NOPE! We were the very last ones! I swear they knew what happened and wanted to torture me because of my daughters inability to hold her gas in like a normal woman does! Can I send her to a training camp to learn this? Please comment any camps you may know of! :)
Why Am I Sticky
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