[Not all moms are like his, he knows, but he is the one here who got lucky and had the nicest mom he knows. She'd spoil them half to death if given the chance, and he loves her dearly.
Since they're alone finally, Ajax wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him while pointing out a picture on the shelf that's of himself with a balloon in his hand, looking like he has to go to the bathroom very badly in it.]
Since she's going to tell it to you anyway, I figure I'll beat my mother to the punch and get the most embarrassing story of my childhood out of the way. I think I'm about five in that picture. We were on a trip to an amusement park, and I had to use the restroom, but I was too scared to ask, according to my parents. So I held it as long as I could, until I couldn't any longer- and I guess I walked a good half a mile through the park with my pants soaked before anyone noticed. And no one thought to stop my parents to tell them their little boy wet himself...
[He sighs, managing to make himself turn red at the story. He barely remembers it, but it's a favorite story of his mom's. He's not sure if there's a winter holiday that goes by when he doesn't hear it.]
My mother even wrote, "Jaxxie wet his pants" on the back of the photo. You just can't see it because it's in the frame.
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[Not all moms are like his, he knows, but he is the one here who got lucky and had the nicest mom he knows. She'd spoil them half to death if given the chance, and he loves her dearly.
Since they're alone finally, Ajax wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him while pointing out a picture on the shelf that's of himself with a balloon in his hand, looking like he has to go to the bathroom very badly in it.]
Since she's going to tell it to you anyway, I figure I'll beat my mother to the punch and get the most embarrassing story of my childhood out of the way. I think I'm about five in that picture. We were on a trip to an amusement park, and I had to use the restroom, but I was too scared to ask, according to my parents. So I held it as long as I could, until I couldn't any longer- and I guess I walked a good half a mile through the park with my pants soaked before anyone noticed. And no one thought to stop my parents to tell them their little boy wet himself...
[He sighs, managing to make himself turn red at the story. He barely remembers it, but it's a favorite story of his mom's. He's not sure if there's a winter holiday that goes by when he doesn't hear it.]
My mother even wrote, "Jaxxie wet his pants" on the back of the photo. You just can't see it because it's in the frame.