We've been in Fort Myers Beach for a week. My grandad died and we all hustled buns to get down for the funeral. It was a hard week but Andy kept everybody, most of all my grandmother, laughing.
One day we came in from the pool and I quickly stripped his bathing suit and swim diaper off of him and left him on the porch. I ran in to the bedroom to fetch a dry diaper and came out to find him standing in the living room, naked.
"I peed on the rug."
And he surely had.
Later, he recounted to the story to his grandparents and threw in an exclamation I must have said when I was cleaning it up. They were in their room getting ready for dinner and Andy went in and said, "I peed on the rug. Aww great!"
Saturday, August 30, 2008
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