photo by Sandy Cummings
One too many Tom & Jerry jelly jar glasses of juice sit in my four- year-old bladder. Someone should be monitoring my fluid intake more carefully. Documenting it. Mom carefully climbs the minivan up the narrow Bourne Bridge. I watch the Cape Cod Canal splash beneath me from the backseat. “Mommy, I have to go to the bathroom.” I say. “Ok Rachey, we’re almost home.”
Approximately three seconds pass before, “Mommy, I’m GOING to the bathroom!”
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