Did I say Lucky?

What was I thinking with my last post? Okay, okay, I know that I am lucky. But am I the only one that thinks that the line between funny and fiasco is sometimes very thin. Case in point: After picking Paige up from school this afternoon, I decide to run to Walmart to pick up some groceries. Well, normally, if I take all three kids I can guarantee that I will be a big grump before I leave the store. (Okay, let's face it. I am a grump 30 seconds into the experience.) So, we make it through with minimal damage and as we are leaving the store after checking out Caleb announces that he has to go potty. So, here I am with Lily in the carseat and a cart full of paid-for groceries. So, I make a hasty decision. I have Paige take him in for me while I wait just outside the door with the groceries and baby. After a couple of minutes, they both come out. Paige explains that Caleb won't go for her. So, I proceed to tell Caleb that he will have to wait until we get home. He just says, "awight..I go hewe." So once again, about five minutes later, out walks Paige, announcing to the world that she has had an accident. (I thought Caleb was the one going potty in this story.) And close behind her is my naked son. Yep, you heard right. Well, I guess technically he would've had to have his shirt off to be naked, but from the waist down....NAKED! He is holding his shoes, pants and underwear and crying that he is "scared." I frantically tell Paige to stand by Lily and sneak around the corner and quickly dress my son. Needless to say, I dart out of there quicker than you can say white trash. Like I said: a fine line between funny and fiasco. Lucky for my kids it was a majority funny....