I shuddered as she lowered me back into the stroller and fastened the straps between my legs and then secured Gino in the same way. My crotch was still chilled by the alcohol and exposure. All the women were making jokes about how men were “little pissers” their entire lives and how it was up to women to keep them from making a mess of themselves. I heard one of the women remark as we left how ‘sweet’ the twin boys had looked in pink blouses and lace. She said that we’d probably grow up to become very ‘sweet’ boys one day. The heavy emphasis on the word ‘sweet’ made her implication obvious, and the rest of the women howled in laughter. My face blushed hotly as momma pushed open the restroom door with the front of the stroller and we left.

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