Mom and John were gone a lot longer than I thought they should have been. When they returned the two of them were hugging all over each other and acting all lovey-dovey. It was gross, but at the same time I guess it was good because they hadn’t been like that back in Chula-Vista, California.
When it was time to leave Joey got all bummed out and teary-eyed. He said he didn’t want me to go and I guess part of me didn’t want to go either. I mean it was the first time I ever got to see how it felt to have a little brother and well, it was pretty cool. Beth invited us to come back to visit anytime and I hope we do.
I guess all three of us were getting sick of always being on the road. I can’t speak for Mom and John, but I for one was starting to look forward to finally getting to Lewiston, Maine. Uh, did I just say I was looking forward to Maine? I must be getting loopy in the head.
Anyway, we drove for a very long time. I don’t know just how long, but it was nearly dark out when we stopped just outside of Montpelier, Vermont. Mom and John both said that they were too tired to continue driving and that we’d make it to grandma’s house the next day.
When Mom climbed into the backseat to change my diaper for the night she commented on how wet I was. She even let me feel how heavy the diaper was; it was pretty heavy too. I didn’t put up any fuss at all about getting re-diapered that night. I was just glad to be out of that wet diaper finally. I also didn’t tell Mom How upset it was making me that I was wetting and not knowing I was doing it. It was really, really, bothering me.