I was lucky enough to attract some attention.
The delightful 'fun seeker' flew his stripey body directly up my pants and
stung me on the behind!
I hurredly tore off my pants and whatever else I had on.
My children, in glee, heard me yelling " I have a bee in my pants, a bee in my pants!"
They interpreted it as this:
" I peed my pants! I peed my pants!"
This would explain why they were so thoroughly entertained by the scene. And why Jackson came to me a few minutes later and said,
" Mom, it's okay. Sometimes I have accidents too."
Oh, the memories we create...
2 comments:
you always were the pants pee-er of the family. it's about time those boys knew the truth.
What??? no pictures?
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