Every parent has been there. Your child has just graduated from the kitchen sink to the full-fledged bathtub. Everything is going great. Your infant or toddler is just enjoying herself. You’re feeling good about yourself. Everything is great.

At that moment your child chooses to remind you that she is not, in fact, potty trained and that you need to move…fast.

We have not had an incident in our tub for several months now.  But it’s always on my mind the moment my daughter touches down in the suds.  The long vacant stare, the sudden noise, the furrowing of brow…all bring about constant vigilance.

So this evening, when I saw my daughter having more than a few far away looks, and when I heard a very suspicious noise arise from the depths, I became nervous.

Calmly, quietly, gently, I ask my daughter if she needed to leave the bath to use the potty.

She stared at me for a moment.  Then responded in her perfectly clear two and half year old voice:

“No Daddy.  I just farted.”

[EDIT]:  For some reason only part of this post posted.  Sorry.