Dear Jet Blue Passenger
Photo by andrew.petro
Dear Jet Blue Friend in Seat 22B,
Mommy says that it’s proper etiquette to apologize when you make a mistake for which you are sorry. And I am sorry. Very sorry. I’m sorry for peeing all over our seat, not once but twice, during our long airplane ride to California. I guess you don’t have to know that I did it twice, but I’m terribly honest at two years old.
See, I’m not capable of sitting in one seat for six hours. I’m just a tot. A squirmy, curious, fidgety tot. And I guess that while wiggling from Mommy’s seat, to my seat, to Daddy’s seat, to my seat, to Mommy’s seat, my diaper shifted, just enough to . . . well, you know. Darn shifty diaper. Maybe Mommy and Daddy need to move me up to the next size, or maybe they should have put on a nite-nite diaper. Either way, I’m not quite at the age where I blame them for things.
To make matters worse, knowing my diaper’s saturation point is not my strong suit, although I must say that I felt a funny warm sensation between my thighs. It should have been a red flag, but I was engrossed in my ABC book at the time. To be honest, I think Mommy and Daddy were more startled and humiliated than I was. They both went into crisis mode. Mommy frantically dug into the diaper bag while Daddy lifted me from my warm puddle of pee. I’m not talking about a little trickle here. I was dangling from my armpits over Lake Erie. You probably didn’t have to know that either.
There is good news. You’ll be happy to know that they used Wet Ones to clean up the mess. They are anti-bacterial, disinfecting wipes, so I’m confident that the seat is just like new. Maybe even better. Just to be safe, though, Mommy says that you ought to wash your clothes before wearing them again. I say do whatever makes you happy.
Your Jet Blue Friend in Seat 22B
**This post is a part of the Moms’ 30-Minute Blog Challenge at Steady Mom**
