When you gotta go, you [don't really] gotta go

Oh, some of our "adventures" are just too crazy not to share. I hope that this will be funny to me tomorrow.
Today, we had lunch at my favorite fast-food restaurant Chick-fil-a. After lunch and playtime, we finally made it to the van where as soon as I had strapped Aaron into his carseat, Elliott announced that he had to pee. So since we were in a somewhat landscaped area of the crowded parking lot, I told Elliott to do his business as discreetly as possible there instead of unstrapping the tired Aaron and hauling both boys back into the busy restaurant and to the restroom.
After getting Elliott in the van and starting on our way, he announces that he now has to poop. Really badly. So badly that he can't wait until we get home (which is probably about a 20-25 minute drive). And since we have somewhat recently had such a poopy accident in a very similar scenario, and, come to think of it, the same Chick-fil-a, I promptly pull off the interstate just one exit from where I entered and pulled into the Mapco. A Mapco which smelled like some fried gas-station delicacy gone terribly wrong. So from the moment we entered the store, both boys kind of screw up their noses at the smell. It doesn't get better in the restroom, where we promptly enter the stall for my firstborn to do his business. And then...he doesn't. "I guess I didn't really have to go," he says. At this point, I am racking my brain for some way in which to make him go, and realizing that is a futile effort, promptly inform him that the next time he says he must go, I am not stopping. Perhaps this should have been handled with more kindness and patience. Please don't leave negative comments on my parenting. I know I should have handled it better.
Moving along, we wash hands, and Aaron's paci which he has dropped on the bathroom floor, and then head to the automatic hand dryer. As soon as Elliott put his hands underneath, Aaron freaks out at the incredibly loud sound. He was a little apprehensive when we flushed the toilet, but this beastly machine on the wall was just too much for the little guy. He is afraid of loud noises after all. I'm not sure how he lives in our house, but I digress. After we are all clean and dry, we head back through the stinky store and get everyone strapped back in to carseats and continue on our merry way with no further stops.
It's so nice to be home.