The Secret....by my son Ethan

This is one of those stories that I will tell my son's prom date in 12 years.  It is embaressing and cute and I can't help but laugh out loud everytime I think of it.

One of the last times we went camping, we were wading out into the lake and my son got real still.  I was sort of paying attention in between throwing the ball for our dog and talk with our friends.  He started talking to himself.....really low.  I was about 20 feet away so I started to walk to him in the water.  He flipped out, "Mom, stay BACK." 

I, of course, was alarmed and started asking what was wrong.....he mumbled something.  I noticed he was getting really pale.  I took a few more steps and he yelled again, "Mom, stay right there.  My tummy is telling me a secret."  "What?!?"  "My TUMMY is TELLING me a SECRET!"  No mattered what I said, he just kept repeating that.  At this point he was almost in tears.

I am completely perplexed....is this like an imaginary friend or something?  I had one, named Casper, but it wasn't part of my body.  I am racking my brain trying to figure this one out, when ::sploosh:: - oh yeah, SNICKERS in the pool people.  Right there at the lake.....in front of me, my best friends, random people,  and the freaking dog! 

The Secret was Out! 

Apparently the life vest strap made it extremely difficult for him to crap his pants in the lake.  Which is the reason for the paleness and pain.  I pulled him outta the lake and left my poor hubby on "poop trap" duty.  We walked over to a small bridge in the woods and I cleaned him up the best I could with the handsanitizer that was in my purse and a handful of Bojangles napkins.  My son is a trooper when it comes to camping.  He loves the woods and the fire.  He is the BEST firewood hunter ever.  He helps cook, clean and fish too.  He'll drop trou and pee no problem....but number 2....big issue.  He even does this secret thing at the house, I just had never overheard him before. 

My mom tells everyone about my poo story, titled "Just one more Green Bean, please".  Now the tradition can continue.