We started soccer with Sunny this fall...she was both excited and nervous, that's her M.O. Once the practices were over and we were into game time, she's turned into a great player!
To boost her esteem a bit I shared with her my fear of playing t-ball. Seriously, how easy is/was t-ball? I never liked it, and never understood where I was supposed to be, why I was there, or what I was supposed to do. I played shortstop and during one game where each player parted for their various position, I stood there giving my ginormous coach (not really, he was just SOO tall to me)a deer in the headlights look. He finally lifted me up right onto his shoulders, walked me out to shortstop, set me down, looked at me, and said, "stay here. catch the ball." Got it. Thanks.
What happened next was so embarrassing. Here's the thing. I had to pee. And I had to pee before he brought me out to he field, but I didn't know who I was supposed to tell or where I was supposed to go. I hung out there in the field and eventually wet my pants, so my dark denim jeans were completely dark and hot and wet all down the front and insides of my legs. Someone became privy to the issue, and I recall my dad scooping me up and setting me down upon newspaper in the maroon cloth covered backseat of the Dodge Caravan we had at the time, and off we went for home.
To this, Sunny laughs and says, "I hope something like that never happens to me!"
Anyone remember anything like that happening to you?
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