As I read Live. Laugh. Pull your hair out. I was reminded of a trip we took out to Hood River to visit my sister and Grandmother. David was maybe a 18 mos old (so this was about 9 1/2 yrs ago), and we ALWAYS took 3 changes of clothes with us for him, because Murphy was a great friend. If we didn't bring the clothes, we needed 6 changes in 30 min time; but I digress...
I had my grandmother in my truck, and we stopped at Stephs house for a quick visit. Steph decided that David would stay with her while I drove our Grandmother up to our mothers house. I'd be gone about 40 min, and she INSISTED that she did not need the diaper bag, joking that she would use a dish towel if she needed to. Mind you, my sister did NOT have children and even though I insisted that Murphy would visit, she refused to take it. Far be it from me to push harder with her.
So, when I arrived back to her house an hour later...I found my son WRAPPED IN A DISH TOWEL and his clothes in a garbage bag, and her towels in the wash, because Murphy visited in the 5 minutes after we left her.
Is it bad that I still giggle with joy when I think of this happening??