What? A Saturday post? I know, but I haven’t written anything all week because this household has been very heavily focused on our upcoming move. However, I couldn’t just leave you guys high and dry.

This won’t be a profound post, but I just had to tell this quick anecdote about the first time I took my son out with me to run errands.

So I’m at a car dealership’s service center for my routine oil change. My husband was at work, so my two month old had to tag along.

In the beginning, everything was fine. He sleeps during car rides, so he was fast asleep in his car seat when I arrived at the dealership. I grabbed the car seat to head into the waiting room, and the technician proceeded to take my car.

I sat down in the waiting room and positioned the car seat to face me. I was sitting there for about 40 minutes before I realized that this ride-along may have been a bad idea.

You see, my son farts… with absolutely no shame. I don’t mean toots. They are loud old man farts. They don’t stink (probably because the gas is being smothered within the diaper), but the sound cuts through any amount of silence.

The only sounds in the waiting room were the faint mumblings of the TV and the random sniffles from the other three seated customers.

As my baby was tossing and turning in the car seat, he let a loud one rip.

The sound made everyone stop dead in their tracks. I’m pretty sure it took everything in their body to not glance over with a look of disgust.

I was unfazed by them until it hit me—my son is facing me, so they can’t see him. They probably think I’M the one making these grotesque noises. Should I turn the car seat around? Once they see his face scrunch up as it turns red, they’ll get it.

It didn’t help that I was chuckling. So now they were probably thinking, “Ewww… this girl farts in public and has the nerve to think it’s funny!?”

When I was still strategizing in my head how to reveal the real culprit, I hear, “Hope? Your car is ready.”

It’ll probably be the only time in history where I wish they had waited longer to call my name. So I got up, cleared my throat, grabbed my car seat with confidence, and held my head high as I left the vicinity.

If those people were going to think of me as the girl who farted out loud in public, the least I could do is own it and make myself the girl who proudly farted out loud in public.

I took one for the team, son… I took one for the team.