THE BIG STICKY
It was three weeks before Christmas. She was hugging me so tightly. Oh, I felt good. I said to her, “I have a sack of goodies for you and I’m coming down your chimney. Right….NOW!”
Mrs. Santina Klaus giggled and, Oh, I felt so good and then she gasped and then I awoke and my pajamas crotch was wet and sticky. I was eight years old. I was horrified. I thought I had peed in my bed.
With dutiful humiliation I got out of bed and I walked into my parents’ bedroom and confessed, “I peed in my bed.”
My mom sat up on her arm and gestured for me to approach. She examined my pajamas crotch and touched it. She then turned to my dad and mumbled something. I thought I heard my dad say something about ‘The Big Sticky’. My…
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