That's Embarrassing

​Last night my 4 y.o. son wanted more desserts to eat. My husband said he was given enough already. But he argued that he was still hungry. So my husband asked to see his stomach to prove to him that he was full.

Husband: Show me your stomach. Let’s see if it’s big or small.

Son (lifting up his shirt): See. No, my stomach is not big. Grandpa’s stomach is big.

Grandpa: Hey, don’t bring my stomach into this. It’s embarrassing.

Son: No, that’s not embarrassing. Embarrassing is when you pooped in your pants and your friends laughed at you. That’s embarrassing.

I got to say, this little guy is full of wisdom. He was so funny. He said it so matter-of-factly that it was hilarious. As you may have guessed, yes, he did pooped in his pants during summer camp and his friends laughed at him. Luckily for him, the teacher took control and made the other kids stop. When I picked him up, he just wanted to go home immediately to take a shower. He didn’t want to talk about it until his brother coaxed him into telling the whole story in the car.

I’m so glad he learned how to handle an embarrassing moment with stride. It didn’t affect him more than it should. There was no mention of it again until last night. I wish I had his stamina. Now I am reassured that I don’t have to worry about this one too much. He can handle it.