We had a great weekend. Brad's quartet concert was followed by a busy weekend visiting with his sister and her family.
At one point, we found ourselves at the Children's Museum. I waited upstairs (with kid #1) to meet up with Tracy, while Brad played downstairs (with kid #2).
At 10:58am, I started receiving the following text messages from the father of my beautiful children... who was stuck in the bathroom with Keira... who didn't make it all the way to the potty...
"I need some panties. i'm in the bathroom by the paper airplane place"
"Help. bad problems. disgusting."
"Seriously come to the door and call in"
"Need pull up"
What did people do without texting?