John appeared in the doorway and said, “I’ll get that honey.” And Mom kissed his cheek as he passed her.
“I am soooo excited!” I said, pulling at the front of my shirt.
John took the suitcase and disappeared again.
“Okay, let’s get you ready for the trip, so we can get going before traffic gets too heavy.” Mom said.
“Huh?” I grunted, because didn’t she just say, that she had already packed all my stuff?
When she opened the doors to the armoire, I realized just what she had in mind. There, on the top shelf, was a brand new package of … GULP … diapers!
“Ah Mom! No! I don’t need…”, but I didn’t get to finish.
She stopped me with, “Alvin, you wear them every night and wore them halfway across the country. Wearing a diaper for a few hours in the car isn’t going to kill you.”
“But Moooom!” I whined.
Then she did something that really was mean. She blackmailed me. “Well, if you would rather stay here with your grandparents, while your father and I have a nice weekend in Canada, then be my guest.”
She acted like she was going to leave the room and I guess I felt like there was too much of a chance that she was serious.
“Moooom! That’s not fair!” I griped, but in the end, she won out.
