We must've gone a hundred miles or more and my mother asked my grandfather to look for a place to stop. We had driven through several towns but some, my mother said, were empty. A little later on we found one that had a sign outside that welcomed visitors and tourists.

My grandfather looked over at my mother and she nodded. My grandmother said, "Hmmph! I couldn't hold it," and I looked down and saw a small wet puddle on the floor mat. She looked at me and grinned.