April 11, 1954. I was a few months shy of four and since it was a Sunday, my mother likely dressed me up like a doll to show off to some relative we were visiting. My father was ignoring me, unless I became overly exited, then told me to sit down and sit still. My mother was in agreement, afraid I'd tear my dress pants or lose my bowtie. But I showed them; I peed my pants. It wasn't uneventful at all.
Have beem thinking hard about April 11and nothing comes to mind. Although there is a good chance it was an Easter Sunday and we hunted for Easter eggs. Might have been the day the Easter Bunny hid my basked in a cupboard over a heat register and all the chocolate melted into the nest material.
April 11, 1954. I was a few months shy of four and since it was a Sunday, my mother likely dressed me up like a doll to show off to some relative we were visiting. My father was ignoring me, unless I became overly exited, then told me to sit down and sit still. My mother was in agreement, afraid I'd tear my dress pants or lose my bowtie. But I showed them; I peed my pants. It wasn't uneventful at all.
I wonder if that non-boring Sunday was the future inspiration for Chuckie
An interesting article as always. Thanks.
Thanks Edward, always nice to see your comments
Have beem thinking hard about April 11and nothing comes to mind. Although there is a good chance it was an Easter Sunday and we hunted for Easter eggs. Might have been the day the Easter Bunny hid my basked in a cupboard over a heat register and all the chocolate melted into the nest material.
Haha wow. Glad you were okay (and the chocolate)