skunk?

So, my middle kiddo has some serious tummy issues. He decided long ago that he is not a fan of pooping and he just won't do it anymore. He got some wisdom from my oldest a while back, "Brother, I know it's not fun to poop. No one likes it, but you have to do it. So, just go."

Our Dr. suggested some fiber gummies.... it's working great except for the horrible side effect of having the worst gas on earth! He's decided that to save himself a little embarrassment he'll just blame it on the skunk. You know, the imaginary one that smells so bad that we need to open the windows. Poor kid... poor me.

What's that smell?

Ok so if you know my oldest son, you know that his unfortunate super power is SMELL. He can smell anything that stinks for miles around. I had to share my favorite smell story.

I took the kids to Dillons to get several things and decided to go by the bakery area to look at the goodies. Apparently, it was too close to the seafood. My son said, "mom, it smells bad over here. REALLY bad. We gotta get outta here!" I took him very seriously because he also has a super gag reflex. Before I could even look at the donut I had my eye on he puked... a lot... everywhere. All over the floor smack dab in the middle of the bakery at Dillons. Ugh.

He then started to cry out of embarrassment and frustration so I scooped him up, squeezed him with a "mom" hug and then got out the wipes from my bag. I cleaned up as fast as I could (all the while listening to more gagging and threatening to puke more) and then we ran outta there! My oldest was sad, the second was angry (he wanted a donut as badly as I did) and I was laughing to myself about fun story I would get to share.