Katie talked to her birth father on the phone for the first time yesterday. When she called me later, we googled him. The picture we found—her first glimpse of the man who gave her life—showed him in a Halloween costume. The tag said something like, "A Party in My Pants."
"Isn't that great?" Katie asked. "That's what I'm going to be next year."
The irony totally escaped her. After she hung up, I laughed so hard I had to get up and go pee before I had something far less pleasant than a party in my pants.
4 comments:
Thanks for almost making me pee my pants.
Laughter is good. A Party in His Pants is a great title for someone's memoir.
Probably good she didn't get it right away.
I love that she trusts you enough to share this with you. You've earned this.
Love.
Oh lord.
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