A Mortifying Playdate

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.


kristen said...

Seriously, though, you guys are so lucky to have each other.

Lori at Spinning Yellow said...

No worries, my friend! This made me laugh at the end of a long day (week, month). I am just so glad she didn't get upset, that would have really bummed me out.

Kristen is right, we are lucky.

And bonded forever by poop!

Delilah said...

Yes, I do feel very lucky, poop and all!

mcewen said...

I can assure you that she feels worse than you do as there was no way she could gloss over it and she didn't want to bother you with it as it was of no consequence to her!
BEst wishes

slouching mom said...

Aww... I love this peek into your wonderful friendship with Lori!