When You Have No Pockets

The great thing about Texas is that southern hospitality.  My mother’s side of the family all live about an hour from Austin.  When we went up to visit them this last weekend, 4 out of 4 families we visited offered up their homes to us or hook ups on their property for our camper.  

Tonight, Ava and I went to visit my cousin.  We had a good laugh about the dime incident from the other day.  Before leaving around 10:00pm my cousin provided Ava with a pull-up and pajamas for the ride home.  

As we were preparing to leave my cousin’s house, my cousin picked Ava up to give her a hug good-bye, and lightly patted her bottom.   My cousin then got a strange expression on her face and asked Ava, “Do you need to go potty?”  Ava said, “No.”  My cousin then opted to check Ava’s pull up while I observed from the doorway.  

As my cousin pulled Ava’s pull-up down we discover Ava’s play cell-phone.  I said, “I didn’t realize Ava ate a cell phone.  If only the dime was as easy to pass.”  My cousin said, “Ava’s only been in Texas a week but she sure must be missing her Grandma Rita.  We need to get this girl a training bra!”  (This may only be funny if you know Grandma Rita.)