I awoke to warm wetness jetting onto my abdomen. Of course the baby wasn’t potty trained. I’d figured that out when I’d pulled the saturated diaper off him last night when we’d all shed our drenched clothing and huddled together for some semblance of warmth. I just hadn’t thought through what the implications of that would be.
Since the kid had decided I was the one he’d continue to latch onto like a tick on a dog, the unspoken grouping of our little dog pile was with me in the middle, apparently to give as much protection and warmth to the baby as was possible in that miserable situation. So my instinctive movement in reaction to getting peed on naturally woke everyone up.
“Aw, shit.”
I never said I was particularly tactful, but to be fair, I’d just been awoken from a sound sleep by a
