We had one last interesting night at Sister's house.
A farewell pinata, a last cascarone cracked on Sister's head to remember me by and the fact that Doodle went missing.
She was eventually found in a locked closet with her 3.5 year old cousin "counting vitamins". Their dresses were made into bowls and were full of the gummies. We're unsure how many were actually devoured, but both of their mouths were full upon inspection. Hoping for the best, we opted against any medical intervention.
Then, just as we were about to leave this morning I realized I was missing Little Man's pjs. That's when I discovered that he'd soaked his bed last night -- which was on the floor of a walk-in closet made into a nice, cozy nest. My fault for feeling bad that it was so hot and giving him a bottle of water. I know better. So, we did 2 loads of laundry because cleaning up someone else's kid's pee sheets exceeds the standard hostess responsibility.
Having overcome all that we are heading to Cajun country!
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