I didn’t even know I was hungry again until we started down the steps and smelt the delicious aromas that wafted into our faces.
“What are we having?” Joey asked after jumping from the third step again. I didn’t jump, but walked down slowly and carefully.
Beth turned around to face us, “We’re hav…”, but stopped as she caught herself in mid-thought. “Oh my boys, you are both soaking wet!” she cried out.
In unison, Joey and I looked at each other’s diapers. They were sagging and bloated in the front. Joey thought it was kind of funny, but I was mildly horrified over the situation.
Joey groaned humorously as he said, “Oops, sorry mom!”
I just stood there wishing I was a ghost so that I could make myself evaporate.
“Back upstairs! Both of you! March, hup-two-three-four!” Beth chanted as she followed us up.