Why do girls pee in their pants?
I’m not using names, but hypothetically, we could have had an incident at Boston Logan airport today. And it could have been caused by extreme laughter.
If laughing makes you pee, it’s a wonder my kids aren’t leaking all over the United States.
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This isn’t the first time. Lisa used to get so mad at me when I’d tickle the girls hard enough to make them tinkle. That wasn’t my goal, and interestingly, there was absolutely no forewarning. Lisa would say she could have seen it coming. How? I saw nor heard anything that would have clued me in to that possibility. Once they passed the stage where they grabbed their crotch at the first inkling of a “gotta go” moment, I lost my ability to tune in to the foreshadowing of this event.
I don’t really understand this phenomenon. If I need to pee, I feel it coming. I stop all action and move toward the nearest bathroom in a rapid manner. Sometimes it feels like I’ve cut it close, but I think it would take a lot of water or a number of pitchers of beer to make me wet myself.
I also don’t remember peeing in my pants as a kid. I don’t remember my brother peeing in his pants as a kid nor any of our friends. Uncle Jesse has never peed his pants in my presence. Why does this happen to girls? Is it like a champagne bottle? The cork pops and it just starts pouring out?
Many years ago I remember a group of women from work going on a retreat to the beach for the weekend. Apparently they were walking down the beach in the edge of the water. One sweet, sweet lady suddenly stepped into a hole. It startled her and she got tickled and immediately peed in her pants. This would not happen to a guy. We might pull our pants down and tinkle in the ocean, but I assure you it would be intentional.
The first time one of our girls wet her pants at an age old enough to know better, Lisa told me it was quite normal for women. She recalled a friend from college returning home to the ADPi house mid-date with her coat tied around her waist. When Lisa asked her why she had returned home so early, she said she was cold and wanted to put something warmer on. That was the story in front of the fraternity boy she was courting. I guess you’d be cold too in November with a soaking wet lap.
I’m trying to become more in tune with my feminine side so I can better relate to the girls. When I get off this plane, I’m going to go home and try to pee in my pants. Maybe then I’ll understand.