We were sitting around the Hibatchi table waiting for our appetizers when my husband made a funny face because my little one broke wind at the table. He asked her to please not do that even though it's a huge joke at home as to who farts the loudest. Yes, I know that's gross. Finally he leaned over and whispered in my ear, 'The smell isn't going away, maybe you should take her into the bathroom.' Well that's what I did when I realized her butt had exploded. That's why she smelled so bad! Poor baby explained she was trying to fart and well.... you know.
I cleaned her up and had to throw away her undies. The bathroom smelled so horrible when we were done and thankfully she didn't get any of her dress. Poor baby had to go commando, yes I know BAD MOM but we lived too far away and had just ordered a Hibatchi dinner and a ton of sushi. She was okay. She had on a long dress and when the chief did the volcano thing with the onions she was a happy camper.
She did ask my not to tell the hostess or waiter but she didn't say I couldn't tell you.
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Oh my word! Poor girl! Following you from Thirsty Thursday~
Poor girl! It happens and it's embarassing for the little dears. I remember a time when my little girl just turned 3. There had been no accidents for months, so I felt fairly safe taking her to the park. She ended up getting nervous on a steep slide and went pee in her pants. She was so humiliated she walked backwards to the car thinking nobody would see it this way! Ha! Ha!
I completely understand not running back home. Hibatchi is Hibatchi! I wouldn't be leavin that goodness either. Your poor little sweetie. I'm a new blogger/follower from Thirsty Thursday Blog Hop. Thanks!
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