Ok so I'm going to create a daily series of Story Time w/ the fabulous me! So here we go. Today's Topic: Peeing your pants. Ouch Ok so half of the population have peed their pants some how, somewhere, for some reason right? Well I'm in that population...multiple times. My story starts off when my brother who we'll call...Albert. So Albert was really sick, he had like the flu or something. It was a few nights...more like 2 weeks before Halloween. So like most kids, me being 6 or 5 years old, we had just carved pumpkins. My parents went to go check on Alberto and I was left with the medium/tiny pumpkin chucks on the table. Also with a huge knife. Kids don't play with knifes. I took the knife and jabbed a piece a few times. While holding that cute little piece with my other hand. Until that piece slips away and I slit my hand open. Obviously I screamed, having my parents rush in, and taking me and my brother to the ER not only because of my hand, but also because my brother was like 'dying'. So we get there, I get my hand glued with this stuff that had to dry for an hour. And my brother throws up while we wait for a doctor or something. So after that long wait of not moving my hand to let the glue dry, I had to pee...bad. After it's done I sit with my parents, occasionally jumping around the room, trying to forget about my full bladder. Then my dad took us on a walk around the halls. I thought to myself, 'I can use the bathroom now!', but no, we walked past no bathrooms. That's when I told my dad to take me to the restroom. As I'm hobbling, he's desperately trying to find a bathroom. EVENTUALLY we get to one. I walk inside. I take a few hobble steps and almost to the toilet....I pee my pants. YES right at the last step to the toilet, I pee my pants. I slowly hobble back out the door, crying. My dad asks if I went and I just looked down. He saw and grabbed his jacket off his waist and tied it to mine, picking me up, running back to the hospital room. My mom sees, and so does the doctor who got there at the worst time, and just laughs. My dad asks if they have any pants, or underwear, or something. She shakes her head but stops and reaches into a drawer, pulling out an adult (more like 90 year old person) diaper....-_- really. So I'm forced to only have that stupid thing on, along with my dad's jacket, to shield my dignity. eventually we went home, but after i had to put that diaper on, I remember nothing. It's all a blur. Thanks for reading my dumb story for the day! :D:D:D:D:D:D:D -Nikki (Jada)
