Even I am amazed at the lengths I/we will go to for a good time. Here I sit at Mother Egan's Pub, waiting for trivia to start. It is technically Jason's "turn," meaning I will go home at some point. For the moment though, the whole family is here. At a bar.
Lu had the most gigantic blow-out diaper ever. Crap on leg, on shorts, on everything. I changed her in the back of the wagon, then set aside the soiled pants. Now she is running around the bar with no pants. Shades of things to come.
p.s. No wait, she has returned with Jason from his car, where they found some hideous, too-small purple pants that don't match her shirt. Is it wrong that I think no pants is better than bad pants?