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	<title>Comments on: potty training</title>
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		<title>By: carolann_70</title>
		<link>http://www.diabetes-information.alpinistka.net/2006/06/27/potty-training/#comment-3343</link>
		<author>carolann_70</author>
		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Jun 2006 20:54:50 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>(Received from MaritDW)
 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 Matt
 had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him, and he said
 "No."
 I kept thinking, "Oh My, that child has had an accident and I don't
 have any clothes with me." Then I said, "Matt, are you sure you did
 not have an accident?" "No," he replied. I just knew that he must
 have had, cause the smell was getting worse.
 So, I asked one more time, "Matt, did you have an accident?"
 This time, with a little smirk on his face, he jumped up, yanked
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 down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled
 "See MOM, IT'S JUST GAS!!"
 While 100 people nearly choked to death on their tacos, he calmly
 pulled up his pants and sat down to eat his food as if nothing had
 happened.
 I was mortified! But some kind elderly people made me feel a lot
 better, when they came over and thanked me for the best laugh they
 had ever had!!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>(Received from MaritDW)<br />
 My three-year-old son had a lot of problems with potty training; and<br />
 I was on him constantly.<br />
 One day we stopped at Taco Bell for a quick lunch in between<br />
 errands. It was very busy, with a full dining room. While enjoying<br />
 my taco, I smelled something funny, so of course I checked my seven<br />
 month old daughter, and she was clean. Then I realized that Matt<br />
 had not asked to go potty in a while, so I asked him, and he said<br />
 &#8220;No.&#8221;<br />
 I kept thinking, &#8220;Oh My, that child has had an accident and I don&#8217;t<br />
 have any clothes with me.&#8221; Then I said, &#8220;Matt, are you sure you did<br />
 not have an accident?&#8221; &#8220;No,&#8221; he replied. I just knew that he must<br />
 have had, cause the smell was getting worse.<br />
 So, I asked one more time, &#8220;Matt, did you have an accident?&#8221;<br />
 This time, with a little smirk on his face, he jumped up, yanked<br />
 <!--more--><br />
 down his pants, bent over and spread his cheeks and yelled<br />
 &#8220;See MOM, IT&#8217;S JUST GAS!!&#8221;<br />
 While 100 people nearly choked to death on their tacos, he calmly<br />
 pulled up his pants and sat down to eat his food as if nothing had<br />
 happened.<br />
 I was mortified! But some kind elderly people made me feel a lot<br />
 better, when they came over and thanked me for the best laugh they<br />
 had ever had!!!</p>
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