I took my brother to my son's long time girlfriend's parents' house for Thanksgiving. They have been a couple for almost 10 years. We have been doing Thanksgiving for about 6 years. Last year they came to my house, this year we went to theirs.
My only issue with my brother is fear that he is going to wet their furniture. He doesn't seem to get any cues that he should let someone know when his diaper is full. This time, I figured it out because he really smelled. Fortunately, he was sitting on a folding chair so there was no material to stain or get wet. My husband was nice enough to take him to the bathroom and get him changed. Then he went home. It is one of those gender things, I guess, and if I can, I am going to take advantage of it.
Today, my son, daughter and my husband took him to a International House of Pancakes for breakfast. He seemed to have a good time. I told him I would see him Wednesday night. I guess it's back to the routine.
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