What I learned today was that adults sometimes have the same issues that kiddies do. Take, for instance, my Auntie Jenn. We all went to the House of Air where everyone (except for me) jumped around on trampolines. Auntie Jenn had so much fun that she wet herself, much like how I wet myself, except I have a diaper and am not expected to have any sort of bladder control. It was embarrassing for her on many levels. But at least, when future generations ask us why we call her Auntie Puddles, they’ll be a story behind it.
Stay dry, my friend.