Everyone could feel in their bones that the moment was approaching. There was a buzz in the place, an undeniable magnetic force, pulling us all to the same room. People were a-quiver. A-dither. A-twitter. And at the appointed hour, it came, and it did not disappoint.
The lil’ monkey had just been queueing up for the bathroom when she felt the feeling in her joints, and had to go. I mean, go to PARACHUTE TIME.
“Sweetie, I’m all for you getting jiggy with the parachute, but are you sure? Are you really sure? Can you hold it in for the whole dealie?”
“Yes, Baba, yes!” She was breathless. Put me in, coach, put me in!
“Alright then. Just remember, whenever you need to, we can always cut out and make a beeline for the potty.”
“I won’t need to, Baba, I won’t need to. I can hold it.” And she did.
What I enjoyed, almost as much as her parachute time joy (and her brother’s fascination, as he watched it): two other lesbian dads/butch mamas in the place that day, in addition to moi. I nearly peed me britches with enthusiasm.
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