In My Pants

Yesterday was a very busy day for us. Annie and Becky (her cousin) went skiing at Donner Ski Ranch in the morning, and then Annie, her parents, and I headed to Oakland to attend a Temple session with my Grandpa.

Quick plug for California - there aren't many places where you can spend the first half of the day skiing in perfect powder and then spend the evening jacketless at the ocean.

When all was said and done, we didn't get back home until 11:30 at night, where my mom and sister were babysitting our girls. My mom had a story to tell about Kate.

They had just gotten the girls into their cribs, when Kate announced that she had to go poop (yes, she can distinguish between number 1 and number 2 - I apologize for the rudeness). My mom, knowing that Kate had just done that deed, responded saying, "You can go poop in the morning - in the toilet. Maybe you just have to toot" (our polite reference to flatulating).
After a few seconds, Kate proceeded to toot, much to the delight of the now laughing Genna. Kate then said, "I went poop a little in my pants." That got everyone laughing - and nervous.
My mom felt over Kate's pajama bottoms for an offending lump, and found none. Oh how lovely kids are.