Scenario #1: This happened in the second grade. We were lining up for lunch and it was very crowded. There was grilled cheese sandwich on the menu that day. I'd eaten a really big breakfast, and desperately needed to go #2. I also was holding in a lot of gas. My butt cheeks were clenched together super tight, so every once in a while, my stomach made a 'grrr' noise. One of my friends told a really funny joke, and all of a sudden, I couldn't help it. I let out the biggest fart in the history of farts. It just exploded out of my rear. Everybody heard it. Worse, they smelled it too. So I blamed it on the sandwiches, and of course, nobody believed me.
Scenario #2.) This was when I was a toddler. I was still being potty trained and still didn't quite understand the concept. We had a small plastic piano back then. It was blue, and not much larger than a normal sized piano stool. I had to go to the bathroom desperately, but was way too worried to know what to do. When my mom walked into the room, the first thing she saw was a steady stream of you-know-what coming from me and getting all over the plastic keys. I was crying and shouting, "Mommy! Help me! What do I do! I'm sorry, mommy! HELP MEEE!" So, as you might've guessed, I'm not quite a Liberace in the making. :P
Scenario #3: A conversation I had while texting my older sister. This happened in middle school.
Millie: What's the word for when you just draw whatever comes to mind?
Me: Oh, you mean doodling? That's what they call it, anyway.
Millie: Yeah. I think that's the word for it. I think it's a nice sounding word.
Me: Hm. I just think it's sounds like pooping.
Millie: OMG.
Me: I was thinking of you when I was doodling last night, sis.
Millie: Aww, really?
Me: Oh, my goodness! I'm so sorry, that came out wrong.
Me: No, I was not thinking about you when I was pooping, okay?!
Millie: You want to pretend this conversation never happened?
Me: Deal.
