My friends Skip and Katie hosted New Year’s Eve at their place. Since they have a toddler, they invited a bunch of their friends with rugrats, with the idea that while the kids played together in the play room, the parents would get snockered, and everybody would spend the night. Skip and Katie have a big house, so there was plenty of space to crash. I brought a sleeping bag and pillow, and slept in one of the guest rooms upstairs on the floor.
About 5:30 AM, a kid wakes up crying, and the ensuing conversation with the hungover dad goes something like this:
kid: bbuuuuwaaaBUUUWWAAAAAAHUHAHUHAHUUUUHHHHHHHHHHWAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!
dad: what?
kid: BLUBUUUUBBLBLBLB I HAVE TO GO TO THE BATHROOM!
dad: then go.
kid: BLUUUUBBLBLBLBLLWAAAAAH I DON’T KNOW WHERE IT IS!
dad: then learn.
