Today after church, I went to find David to get the keys to his car. I needed the checkbook in his car to pay for some food storage I ordered from our preparedness expert. I walked outside with Lincoln's hand in mine.
When we reached David's car, I asked Lincoln to stay on the grass where it was safe instead of following me into the parking lot. I quickly opened the car door, reached under the driver's seat, grasped the checkbook, and stood up to make sure Lincoln was where I left him. Indeed, he stayed where I asked him to stay. However, there was something "off" when I looked at him. I was shocked to see that his pants and undies were around his ankles and he was answering the call of nature right there on the church lawn. My shock quickly turned to embarrassment as I looked around to find members of our ward pointing their fingers with mouths gaped open.
I ran over to Lincoln to try to fix what was happening, but what could I do? It just kept coming and coming! He must have really had to go. The long duration of his potty break just gave the opportunity for more passers by to gaze on while I stood, embarrassed, and giggling, waiting for this to be over. After what seemed like a few minutes (I am sure it was just a few seconds), he appeared to be finished. I quickly helped him pull his pants up and we loaded in the van. I laughed and giggled all the way home. He's so sweet. I know he was doing his best not to pee in his pants. Thanks bud. I love you.
