Hilarious, Sherry, but hitting too close to home. When I was in the fifth grade we lived in an upstairs apartment across from the town ice rink. I know all about pee-soaked woolen leggings. No matter how much I peed before I trudged on down there, no matter how often my mother warned/begged me not to pee in woolen leggings, fagodsake, I never made it across the street and up those stairs in time.

As for farting in the bathtub…it’s a thing, honey.