I headed out of my office, through the living room, and I guess I must have been walking funny . . .
Thane asked, “What’s wrong, Mama?”
I replied, “Nothing’s wrong, I just need to pee.”
“You can’t pee, Mama! You don’t have a penis!”
At the time, since it was within the crucial three hours after taking a diuretic, I really wished it was that simple . . . and laughing really didn’t help my predicament any!
I did have to explain that girls still do pee, regardless of the fact that we have “nothing.”