On Monday evening I went to meet my booking agent briefly to pick up a check and especially to bring Aiden to meet her. She is the sweetest lady and we have a really great relationship, so of course she always asks about him and when she gets to meet him, so Monday night I took him with me.
By 7 o'clock in the evening he was snoozin' in the back seat - which has become pretty regular on days that he hasn't had a nap. This was a good thing as far as I was concerned: he's sleeping, he's cute, so he's not fussing or whining over anything, it'll be perfect.
Well he woke up.
In rare form.
And while I was discussing all the important things I have coming up this month - he farted, like, "let one rip" farted in my agent's office.
As if that wasn't embarrassing enough, it was extremely hard to ignore and carry on once he announced to the room -- "I burped from my butt!!!"
Where do they learn these things??
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