So we were at a 40th birthday party over the weekend (lots more of those happening lately it seems...) - good burgers, great salads and that huge chocolate cake that Costco sells. These friends have kids all the same ages as ours, so they were all happily playing together, making good use of the boys' new "Darth Vader voice changer" and the trampoline. At one point though, I see E. in the middle of the adults' circle of chairs, with the whole front of his shorts clearly soaked with mystery liquid. "Hmmm", I think, "that looks suspicious..." I quietly call him over and ask what happened to his shorts, and responds, in full voice of course, "Oh, I was peeing and it got all over the front of my pants." I take his hand and lead him quietly to a bedroom and close the door, then find a pair of shorts we can borrow from their 6 year old son. I'm helping him change, when out of the blue, he looks me in the eye and says, "Raise your hand ...