Little Man walked awkwardly down the hall towards us , trying really hard to keep his legs from touching each other.
“Did you just have an accident?”
Monkey turns to look at her brother, asks,
“Are your pants wet, Little Man?”
“yeah,” the wet stain covers his pants like a pair of chaps. He continues his bowlegged walk towards me.
Monkey turns back, carrying her book from the hall to the kitchen, raises her eyebrows and quietly, with a bit of bored amazement and just a hint of inflection, says,