I say: 'GARRETT, what was that?'
G: I was just gassin
**silence because i'm too shocked to know what to say and, clearly, a little slow to respond after looking away shocked because.......
when I turn back, precious boy has his pants and underwear down, and his neck craned down to look in said underwear. (remember we are in the middle of the dairy section 2 days before christmas, i.e. not alone).
His gaze caught mine that said "what the bleep are you doing????" and he very calmy replied:
"Checkin for poopy."