I arrived at Lori's this afternoon to retrieve Annie from a playdate with Jane. Immediately I noticed that Annie was wearing different pants than the ones she wore to school. Pants that were not her own. Oh. No. This could only mean one thing.
I turned my wondering gaze toward Lori. "Um, Annie had an accident," she said, answering my silent question. My heart skipped a beat.
"Pee?" I asked hopefully.
"Um, no," she answered.
Oh. No. So, poor Lori, who just finished writing about her pooping saga, poor Lori, who has been going through a difficult time, had to clean up the mess. I am so sorry, my friend. If it's any consolation, Annie peed all over my kitchen floor as soon as we got home.