THANKFULLY, THE TRUCK DRIVER HAD HIS WINDOWS ROLLED DOWN, SO HE WAS ABLE TO HEAR THE GAS STATION ATTENDANTS SCREAMS AND PULLED OVER. I STILL CAN NOT BARE TO THINK OF HOW THIS STORY WOULD HAVE ENDED IF NOT FOR THAT.
ONCE MY SON WAS SAFELY BACK IN MY CAR, I WAS SHAKING SO BADLY I COULDN'T EVEN START THE CAR FOR ABOUT TEN MINUTES.
THAT'S WHEN ALL THE "PLEASE MOMMIES" STARTED. PLEASE MOMMY, CAN WE STILL GO SEE "GEORGE"?? AT FIRST I SAID NO, I JUST WANT TO GO BACK HOME. BUT LIKE SO MANY OTHER MOMMIES I CAVED UNDER THE PRESSURE OF TWO ANGELIC FACES PLEADING WITH ME, SO I SAID YES.
DON'T THINK THAT IS THE END OF ONE OF MY WORST DAYS EVER, , BECAUSE IT WAS NOT!!
ONCE WE GOT INTO THE MOVIE, AND I HAD A SHORT TIME TO COOL DOWN, I BEGIN TO SMELL SOMETHING AWEFUL!! AT FIRST I THOUGHT SOMEONE HAD CUT THE CHEESE (DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY FARTED NICELY). BUT NO, MY NIGHTMARE OF A DAY HAD NOT ENDED JUST YET. AS IT TURNS OUT, MY SON HAD ALSO BEEN FRIGHTENED BY HIS NEAR DEATH EXPERIENCE, AND NOW HE WAS POOPING ALL OVER HIMSELF, THE THEATER CHAIR, AND THE RUG, AS I TOOK HIM, AND HIS SISTER DOWN THE ISLE, AND BACK TO THE CAR. YES, WE WENT HOME AFTER THAT, AND THAT EXPERIENCE CURED ME FROM EVER LOSING MY COOL, OR PATIENCE AGAIN!
STILL ADORE THAT BOY!! LINDA-OUT
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