If you are around me long, you will learn quickly that I have a very small bladder. Most people complain about having to take their kids to the bathroom all the time. My kids complain about having to take me. "Again, Mom? You just went." I know where every bathroom is in every store along the Wasatch Front (well, pretty much). One thing that has come with age is that I won't have to go then, all of a sudden, I have to go NOW!
Well, when we were leaving violin the other night I didn't have to go, that is until I opened the car door. I decided that instead of running back in that I would tough it out the 10 minute ride home. (Luckily, my bladder is small, but is still pretty strong.) So we start down the road and I'm anxiously counting the minutes. Then I hear it: Drip, drop, yellow, yellow, drip, drop.....
It was Zoe in the backseat, trying to torture me. She thought she was so funny, and actually so did I. How do they come up with these things?
15 years ago
4 comments:
You wet your pants, didn't you... Come on, you can tell us.
Did Zoe make you pee your pants??? Come on!!!
Pretty close...luckily I still have some control, but maybe not after another baby (not an announcement).
I am laughing out loud!!!
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