The other day while we were out Christmas shopping, The Baby had her first little accident since forsaking diapers. While she stood in a puddle guarded by husband Bo, I ran to get paper towels from the bathroom and some replacement undies. I scurried her out to the car, along with my six-year-old daughter Sweetheart."What kind of underwear did you get her?" Sweetheart asked.
"Tinkerbell," I answered.
"Awww! Bard (the fifteen-year-old daughter) would love those! Too bad they she can't have any."
"Why can't she have any?" I wondered aloud.
"Because they don't make them in big people size. When you get old, all you can wear is white underwear."
Bo and I cracked up. Appearing confused by our laughter, Sweetheart demanded, "What? What are you laughing at? It's TRUE!"
