The first ‘event’ was about two hours into our journey when I realized that I was sitting there in the back seat wearing a completely soaked diaper. Now when I say completely, I mean it was bulging like a water balloon and causing my pants to look like the crotch seems were going to rip out.
“Uh, Mom?” I said softly but my tone must have got my message across loud and clear because she turned and one look she knew.
“Honey, can you take this next exit so I can change Alvin?” Mom said to John.
I couldn’t believe when John, who prides himself on his driving times, took the exit without so much as a groan or a grimace.