I was really getting unnerved over the whole wetting without knowing it, thing.

As I stood I started to feel the need to go number two and it must have shown on my face because Mom asked Mr. Rawnwe where the facilities were.

I took off like a flash for the bathroom. I’m sure I was a spectacle for all the other dinners who watched me do a running penguin dance as I bobbed and weaved between tables.

No, I didn’t have another blowout in my pants, but what happened next was just as bad, if not worse!

“Alvin?” I heard John’s voice coming from the other side of the stall door.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“You okay in there.” He asked.