Panic systems are go!

Scene: Loaded up and driving into the city, about a half hour drive away, going into see an old friend who's in town at the moment from Japan. Kids in back, DVD on. All's fine. Me: Did you put Keira in a nappy? (Keira's almost one week in underpants has gone really well. But we decided to safeguard today) Adam: No! I thought you were going to Me: No, I just reminded you that she was, I never put my hand up to do it. Take note, now we're on the Freeway and can't stop, so we both look back fearfully into the backseat and at Keira, frightened, because suddenly her bladder's contents are as volatile as nitroglycerin and could blow at any moment... Adam: There's a service station on Hoddle St. We'll pull in there. Luckily, instead of a saturated back seat, I find it hand strokingly dry and I kissed Keira's head for her holding on, because as soon as I put her on that toilet she did a great big wee. That's all for today. I am a tad unwell. My vertigo has returned and so I'm walking around feeling as if though I'm on a boat rocking in the midst of the Perfect Storm