After our fifth game, Kevin said, “Uh…Carrie…I need to go to the bathroom.”
“No problem.” I said as I stood up. “Number one or number two?”
“Uhm…Both.” he replied.
“Okay,” I picked him up and carried him into the half bathroom that was off the foyer. It was actually pretty spacious for a half bath and both of us fit with no problem. I put him down on the vanity and reached over to loosen his belt. “I can take care of this,” he said.
“Sorry, pal, but I don’t think you can. Your mom said you’d cooperate.”
“Fine.” he said a bit sadly.
“It’ll be okay.” I said gently.