What’s that saying, again?  Pride goeth before a fall?  Um, yeah.

So we went to Tage’s end-of-year barbecue at his school this evening and Petra totally peed her pants.  Like, soaked them.  It was only the extra pants in Tage’s cubby that saved us having either to leave embarrassingly early or to let our kid marinate in her own urine for an uncomfortable hour or two.