And so, tonight, a very short story. We spent the entire weekend in the company of wonderful friends. There were plenty of good moments but my favorite came tonight when following a pizza dinner, our friend and his six-year-old son were wrestling on the living room floor. L, who had stripped entirely naked to pee (productively!) on the potty and rediapered but never re-dressed, ran directly into the melee. Clad in just that diaper L climbed onto our friend's back as he lay on the floor and straddled him. Instead of being discomfited, he began doing push-ups. In turn, instead of being discomfited L grabbed his shoulders and yelled 'go again! Go again!' which is, of course, the toddler equivalent of 'yee-haw!'
And he did. With the only-diapered form of someone else's uninvited kid straddling his back, he did another set of push-ups while she pinched his shoulders and squealed with delight.
Our modem may have abandoned us but we really do have great friends.