Yesterday morning I was in my bathroom getting ready for the day, and I could hear the little footsteps of my two 3-year-old cousins running around in the hall. So I went out to look for them, and when I found them, they were hiding in my parent's closet, and I scared them. Their little screams, and then the nervous laughter after were so cute. So cute. So I go back to my bathroom, and my other cousin Libby comes in carrying Raquelle, whose pants are now wet. "You scared her, you get to clean her up." I guess she got a little excited, and wet herself. I still feel really bad.