Side Effects of Having Twins

Thought I'd share this little funny with you...

On Sunday, Jeff and I took Zach to see the movie, "Up". It was cute, but I think Zach would've preferred to see "Ice Age" again. He ate so much popcorn and even carried the large tub to the car with us. He told Jeff last night that he had a tummy ache...wonder why!

So, as the movie ends, we get to the corridor that takes you out of the theatre and into the lobby. There's no body around and Zach asks Jeff if he can run. "Sure," he says. Zach takes off running (after handing the precious tub of popcorn to Daddy), and runs into the side of the wall, hits his head on the railing, and proceeds to run into the other side and hits the other side of his head on the OTHER railing. He looked like a pinball machine! Jeff and I start laughing and all of a sudden my kid hits the Turbo Boost button that is sewn into his leg and he takes off out the door into the lobby, where we can't see him! Jeff says, "OMG! Zach come here!" and starts running after him. Between the two scenes that have been played out in front of me, I get a major case of the giggles. Giggles turn into downright laughter, and all of a sudden I realize.....

I'M PEEING MY PANTS!!

Not a trickle, not a "whoops, just had babies and sneezed" moment....I full on wet my pants. At the movies. And now I have to walk into the lobby, through the courtyard where every teenager in Santa Clarita hangs out, and through the parking garage.
In all the peeing hysteria, I dropped the two trays of popcorn I was carrying and was now on my hands and knees, still laughing but not peeing anymore. Jeff comes back in and says, "What happened?"
I say, "I just peed my pants!"
He checks out the damage and says, "Oh, you can't even tell. It looks like you sat in something."
Yeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhh. Sure it does. It looks like I sat in pee. And yes, you could tell.
He tells me to go into the bathroom and dry my pants off under the hand dryer.
What?? There is no way I'm leaving this corridor and there is also no way I'm putting my ass and crotch under the hand dryer.
Jeff finally comes up with a better plan. I strip the sweatshirt off of Zach and Jeff tucks the sweatshirt into my pants. He says it looks like I tied a sweatshirt around my waist.
Yeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhh. Sure it does. It looked like I peed my pants and was using my son's teeny tiny sweatshirt to cover up my gaffe.
Apparently I did NOT do enough Kegels.