dear grammy,

on our way to you…when we were over the river but not quite through the woods…i heard a little william voice float up from the back of the truck…to no one in particular…“i have to go potty.”

and then jack’s admonishing, “william, just hold it…like i am.”

giggly, i whispered to your boy that we might need to pull over…

so we pulled off and i tossed back, “okay, boys…hop out and go pee on a tree!”

jack’s bashful eyes met mine…they said, “i’d rather wait, thank you.”

but will, scrambling for the door, volleyed…clarifying…over his shoulder…

“can you poop on the trees too!?!”

once we got to you…as usual…our visit went too, too quick…

and now…home…already counting sleeps until next time!

very sincerely,
me