I can't believe I'm about to tell you this. I honestly can't believe it.
Some of life's moments are just too funny to be kept inside.
Grocery store in suburban city, Ohio
Megan - the rambunctious two-and-a-half year old, sitting impatiently in the cart
Lisa - bloated, crabby, and in the second trimester of pregnancy
Lisa bends down to grab something from the bottom shelf. While crouching down, she lets out the teeniest, tiniest little toot. (A toot that seemed to echo through the walls of the canned goods aisle, stopping everyone in their tracks.)
Lisa *humiliated* decides the best course of action would be to blame the two-and-a-half year old, as dishonest as that seemed. She gasped and said, "Megan! Oh my goodness."
Megan, who has a strange habit of being totally uncooperative during moments when cooperation is essential, replies,
"Mommy, that wasn't my butt. That was your butt. And you should say excuse me."
What a little stinker.