Today while I was cleaning the kitchen, I heard wails in the living room. It sounded serious- not a "You took my toy," or "You are mean!" cry, so I went running. Annie was standing by the couch, mouth wide open and howling, and Maddie was hiding in a corner of the room. I picked Annie up and cuddled her on the couch.
That's when my lap started feeling warm. Really warm. And a little soggy.
Whether I had picked up Annie mid-accident, or my picking her up got things going, I don't know. What I do know is in addition to stripping Annie's lower half and taking care of the usual puddle on the floor, I needed to do the same thing to me and the couch.
As I was throwing some soggy laundry into the washing machine, I realized it had been a while since I've been peed on. It's not something that I think about very often, but I appreciate the lack of bodily fluids on me all the same.