After the movie, when I stood up to leave, I realized the extent of my predicament. Due to the position I was holding her in, my pants were soaked front and back as if I had wet myself. I had to walk out of the nicest theater in the city looking as if the movie was so intense I couldn't contain myself.
I was so relieved when we finally reached the parking lot. (That was a very long walk. I avoided eye contact with the other patrons at the theater.) I dug clothes for both of us out of our suitcases. We both received a wipe sponge bath and a change of clothes. Ahhh, the joys of motherhood at the movies. By the way, the movie was really good.
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I have to laugh at that one. It sounds just like something Kera would do to me. She's pretty good about going potty, but she often will wet her pants if she falls asleep somewhere, and we can't go a night with dry underwear, so it's still pull-ups at bedtime. Someday though...
I'll bet you got some funny looks on your way out of the nice posh theatre, although you wouldn't know since you didn't make eye contact with anyone!
Vanessa wakes us dry 5 nights out the week. Since I never know when the other two nights will be, she wears pull ups to bed as well.
I still think it is better not knowing what kind of looks I got.
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