Confession: Tiny Keri was somewhat of a bed-wetter.
Actually, scratch that. Or add to it. Tiny Keri and Way-too-old-to-be-doing-this Keri were both EVERYWHERE wetters.
I am admitting it to you all, so clearly I have no pee pride, even to this day.
I don’t know why, I just didn’t do so hot with the holding-of-the-pee. My very intimidating, but as it turns out, very cool 2nd grade teacher Mrs. Brinker once very kindly sat me and my pants, (separately and secretly,) on the warm, blowing radiator to dry up an “accident.” They kept a spare pair of pants in the school clinic for me until middle school. Anytime was Potty time for Keri in my younger days.
I grew up and got over it. Keri pees only when appropriate now. (Thank You Very Much.) I will say that my twin sissy has actually gotten WORSE about the whole “tiny bladder” thing as we have gotten older, but I think we have her freakish love of gas station cappuccino to thank for that. (Seriously Sissy, most people’s road trips do not consist of chugging a “coffee” purchased at Conoco, and falling asleep drooling in the passenger seat for 3 hours before waking up and stating you have to pee, only to come out of said potty break with ANOTHER giant gas station cappuccino and start the cycle all over again.)
Which is why I occasionally panic when I climb in the passenger seat of someone else’s car ready to be transported to “point B”, and within a few minutes I feel a warm, familiar feeling spreading underneath my tush that provokes flashbacks to “accidents” from long ago.
Long story short: If you are ever Driving Miss Keri, please don’t turn on the seat warmer. It gives her 2nd grade pee flashbacks.
Thanks so much.