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(again, it's not really me...it's my evil twin blogging)
Spent a few late-afternoon hours in the park with my children today. They played baseball; I played "conversation catch-up" with neighborhood/shul friends.
When my husband went off to learn before mincha, my older son and his friend were playing baseball, and my youngest had some kind of tantrum, so I offered to play baseball with him -- I'd pitch, and he'd bat, and then we switched roles.
I joined him on the baseball diamond, and as I moved closer to him, I noticed the front part of his shorts were a bit wet.
"N, did you pee in your pants?" I asked. (he's been trained since he was age two, but if he gets a bit "too involved" in a game, he might just forget he needs to go to the bathroom, which is a common practice among boys, young and old, apparently)
"No, it rained a little." (wow, how far a child can stretch the truth...)
