I sped down the road and figured that since I was so angry that I would go ahead and call him now so that I'm not stewing for the next three hours and hit him all at once with it. I dial his number; he picks up after the second ring, "Hey baby." he answers.
"So, I just left Frieda's, and John Luke was on the front porch with the two kids while she was taking a shower getting for bingo. His pull-up is completely saturated and probably disintegrated by now, and I made sure to tell her that he wasn't potty trained. She didn't even have the courtesy to come out and speak to me when I showed up. She knew I was coming at 3:00 pm."
He sighs audibly, "Ugh! Well, it could have been worse." He says.
"What do you mean? That's pretty bad."
"She didn't do anything too bad. I have had babysitters
