As Long as it isn't me...

In the vein of the CISWIAP post, I thought I would share this.

The other day, The Girls and I are walking out of the grocery store, and I was done.  I was tired, hurting, and really couldn't take it anymore.  Suddenly The Big One says "Ohhh...look!  Something is leaking!"
I look down to see a smallish puddle of clear liquid right behind me.  I paused, checked my self, and said "Ehhh...as long as it isn't me, I don't care" and kept rolling.  She looked at me, got grossed out and confused at the same time, and dared not to ask any questions.  I think she is finally learning sometimes, she really doesn't want to know.