So there I was, ready to begin the one on one with what many in the LowYat.Net Xbox forums called the most skilled Guile player. The prefight jabs were already thrown and the match was about to begin when... I got disconnected from the match. I was about to accept the invite back to the match when I looked at WZ who was sitting beside me watching me play.
I noticed that there was a bulge at the bottom of his pants, weird because we were toilet trainning him so he wasn't wearing any diapers (he's on the if he pees his pants daddy spanks him trainning regime :P) then I realized what that bulge was!
Before I could even reach him to sweep him off his feet, WZ stood up and from out his pant leg fell... a chunky steaming hot log of a poop. As I picked WZ up I could see the 360 notification dialog informing me of the match invite. But alas... that match will have to be decided some other time.
That was definitely an experience that only fathers who game can have, leaving a match with the child as the excuse.
The father is also the only one who will remember that his son pooped on his gaming spot in front of the TV.