About a half hour into our “Call of Duty” mission, Kevin’s eyes widened and he said, “Uh, oh,” and he jumped up and ran for the stair. He got about halfway up when he stopped bent over and sobbed, “Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”
I was on my feet right away and got over to him. I rubbed his back and said, “Come on, let’s take care of this.”
He took my hand and I led him upstairs. We went into the bathroom and I helped him out of his shirt and shorts. I pulled the sides of the pullup apart and shook its contents into the toilet. I got a couple of wipes out and cleaned him up a bit.