Is This Considered a Trick or a Treat?
The kids have been staying with their dad over this four day extended weekend. While I was slightly disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see them in their Halloween costumes tonight, I quickly got over it when I realized I wouldn’t have to drag them around trick or treating.
Then this happened. When it was clear someone finally decided to cut me a break.
About an hour into their drive to his house, still in the car, their dad called to ask, “Did you pack any extra pants for Jedi?”.
“Extra pants?”, I wondered. What kind of question is that? “Uh, yeah, he has a couple pairs in his bag. Why?”
With a sigh in his voice, he retold the horror. “Well, he was trying really hard to push out a fart and…”
“Oh, yuck!”, I interrupted, knowing where this was going. Then burst into laughter. “I’m glad it’s you and not me! Oh… wait”, I paused, lowering my voice. “I think I forgot to pack him any underwear.”
“You forgot to pack his underwear?”, he repeated, a disbelieving tone in his voice.
“What? I had a lot to do this morning!”, I said, still laughing.
Apparently, that one accident in the car was a prelude for the full blown unpleasantness that erupted by the time evening rolled around. With no choice of clean underwear, but plenty of pants. Of course I don’t want to see my son in any kind of distress, but I can’t help but feel this is a small turn of kismet. Because with all the shit I put up with, it’s nice to know he’s dealing with a bit of it, too.
October 31 2011












