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Me: “Owl, I have to use the potty. Do you want to come upstairs with me, or stay here and play with your cars?”
Owl: “Play with cars!”
Me: “Okay, I’ll be back in a minute”.
Just as I flush the toilet, I hear an outburst of wailing from downstairs. I rush down expecting to find him hurt. He is waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs, still wailing miserably.
Me: “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Owl: “No…”
Me: “What happened?”
Owl: “THIS happened!”
He gestures dramatically to his pyjamas, and as I approach I see that an epic sneeze has sent a long string of snot across his face and all down his pyjamas, right down to his navel.
I got him a Kleenex and peace was restored.
I wonder what it’s like to be so helpless you can’t even reach the Kleenex when you need it.
If By Yes 
Or to not quite understand WHY you just exploded:)
LOL didn’t even think of that!
Hahaha! We have a similar story, but my sister was 13 or so and driving in the car with mom from Stewiacke to Halifax for school. She sneezed and it was so messy they had to stop in Elmsdale to buy Kleenex. From then on, an epic sneeze elicits a response of ‘Do we have to stop in Elmsdale?’ or ‘I’m not stopping in Elmsdale!’.