This is a story that I don't even remember, but it has been told to me several times by my older sister, Hannah.
While I was growing up, my parents enjoyed having their friends over to visit. A couple named Ray and Sue Keller (hello if you're reading) frequented our home on numerous occasions. One evening, when I was just a wee darling of 2, Mr. Keller was holding me on my lap. He thought it might be a fun idea to start tickling me, however what Mr. Keller did not realize was I was in my earlier days of potty training and if he continued this this bought of tickling, he may be in for a surprise...
Sure enough, after giggling gleefully under the constant tickling, my bladder gave way... and then, I wet my pants!
From then on, Mr. Keller referred to his pants as his "Rachael pants".
Ha Ha-I look forward to more such stories.
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