Evie got upset because she couldn't find her baby doll, so I told her to come sit on my lap (what's left of it). She climbed up, sobbed for a few minutes, and I could feel her getting still.
She got heavier and heavier. And then...
SHE PEED ON ME!
She was sound asleep, her undies & pants soaked, my pants soaked, the couch soaked, and the baby was trying to kick her off. And
I couldn't get up with her on me, but I couldn't put her down without getting another couch cushion wet. So, I asked Emmit to go get a towel. Yeah...he started fake snoring & telling me he was too tired to get up.
Times like this make me wish I had go-go-Gadget arms (one to slap Emmit & one to get my own damn towel).
I had to call Nathan (thank goodness the phone was right there) to get him to tell Emmit to go get the towel!
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