The Little Stinker

So... a bit of a mortifying moment happened one Sunday evening at church.
My husband and I and our little one arrive at church an hour early for choir practice.  Of course our little munchkin pants decides it is time for his dinner. So I head to the nursing room (which is also the accounting room...). There is a sliding wall that separates the room for privacy but it is not sound proof.

at all...


So as I'm nursing him the men who count and figure out the offering come in on the other side to do their work and I'm trying to be real quiet. But what does my little boy do?? His little pooper starts going off. many times... and he wasn't polite about it either...
I was mortified at what the people in the other room were probably thinking! I can just imagine them trying not to laugh at the horrendous, juicy, tooting noises as they go about their work, talking to each other as if they hadn't heard anything at all. I wanted to say something to my little boy like, "goodness!  You little stinker! what did you do that for?" But then I thought that would just be weird and it would sound more like I was the stinker and my little boy was Mr. Innocent.

Oh well,  so much for being quiet...