Sasha still hasn’t mentioned the big thing about Donald, Emma and her, but she feels she needs to talk to them before revealing that as they do now ...ork with Joseph.She does tell him there are some things down the road she needs to tell him, but at the moment she cannot. Joseph accepts this without question, saying that when Sasha feels comfortable telling him, he would be there to listen.Both cannot believe how lucky they are to have happened to each other. It all seems so right between. She was back a few minutes later as if it was nothing out of the ordinary.She smirked when she saw the looks on our faces. “Have you ever bathed a toddler?” she asked rhetorically. “They splash. I gave up wearing clothes at bath-time. Besides, I don’t want him growing up thinking that nudity is dirty.”She climbed back on the bed with us and this time, shoved me in the middle, cuddling into one side while Jane shifted closer and we turned into one big hug. “We’re not even close to done yet,”. It still was hopping up and down as he fought off the need to pee. I knew it would be bad. Coffee always ran through him. I remembered the one night after he had two cups of coffee he was in and out of the bathroom. I grinned mischievously as I realised this day was about to get a whole lot of interesting. "Are you okay hon?" I asked him softly as I glanced sideways at his foot."No.. I need to pee!" He told me, a look of pain crossing his face. "Just let me go, ok?" Nope!" I declared,. Game over. He wasn't too impressed with the kids from the North side of town. He and his friends from Maple Street took this one 8 - 2, even with his incessant daydreaming. Even with their team sprinkled with seventh graders. His team was, with one exception, loaded with kids from the sixth grade, the one exception being Craig Miller, a seventh grader with a constant grin who was also held back a year. Despite his sunny disposition, Craig was considered to be the slightest bit dim. Not stupid,.