When You Gotta Go...

It was a long drive, and we were all exhausted.

I had been laying in the backseat with my head in her lap, looking up the face I loved most in the world. Content.

And then I felt it. That tingling strain that says, "Hey. You gotta GO," and suddenly I was mortified. We were miles away from the nearest rest stop, my options were pretty limited.

Breaking the slightest sweat, I hung in there for another 15, 20, 30, 45 minutes until I couldn't take it anymore. By then, I was wiggling around anyway. No point in discretion.

We pulled over, I dropped trou.

Meanwhile, my little sister pointed and laughed while my parents shook their heads.

The trip home from Grandpa's would be forever branded into my then 7 year old memory.