The boys were very small, I think 5 and 6. We were all down doing the never ending cabin repairs. Uncle Marshall was there too this visit. My boys ADORE Marshall. They shadowed his every footstep that weekend. Marshall took the guys on a hike up the road. Along the way they stopped and saw an old graveyard close by. They found an old sardine can opener in the ditch and Marshall decided to have some fun. He announced that what they had found was nothing less than A SKELETON KEY. Since they found it right at the grave yard it had to open one of the graves. Stevie started crying to go home and they started back. Now I am not sure exactly how it came to happen...but Stevie spit in the graveyard. Marshall just couldn't pass that up. So on the way back to the cabin he concocted a story about what happens to little boys who spit in graveyards...and how the ONLY thing that will keep the skeletons from coming and getting you is if you sleep with the SKELETON KEY under your pillow. So here we are all trying to sleep that night. All 7 of us in one room on air mattresses. The sleeping arrangement was...Johnny on a single, then Marshall and Stevie on a queen, Jon and I on a queen, then Nanna and Papa on the last queen. We were snug. We were also all very tired and worn out from a long hard day of working and repairing. I woke up some time later to see a flashlight beam waving around and Marshall whispering, "It's okay, it's okay." I rolled over and asked what was happening. Marshall quietly admitted that he had scared Stevie a bit too much...and the poor child had an accident. "BUT" he added..."I'm a good Uncle and it's all taken care of now. We just got dry clothes out of the bag and all is well" Fair enough. I rolled over to go back to sleep. I can still hear Marshall quietly telling Stevie everything is okay. It took a few minutes but Stevie did drop back off to sleep. I hear Marshall moving around getting comfortable, then a GASP! "Oh NO" he moaned. "What?" I ask. "My WOOBIE! He pee'd all over my WOOBIE!" I started laughing so hard I crawled to the door and went outside. Where I was promptly joined by my disgruntled brother. Seems you can't sleep with a pee'd on woobie :) What's a woobie you ask? That would be the blankie that Marshall has had since he was a little guy. LOL...it was also the only blanket Marshall had brought to sleep with. Woobie was hung on a clothes line between 2 cedar trees. That was all we could do for the poor thing as we had no running water. Every time I looked at Marshall I started laughing again.