He Really Needed To Go Pee
The other day my lovely, perfectly behaved boys (insert a lot of sarcasm here) went over to the neighbours a few houses down the street to play.
They have a trampoline. How can we compete with that?
While sitting in the living room enjoying the peace and quiet I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.
I immediately turned my head towards the picture window in our living room and saw a jacket fly through the air.
I rose from my seat and went to the window.
In horror I watched as my youngest, my four year old, whipped down his pants.
And then, the stream began to flow.
I started banging on the window at him and yelling NO!!!!
He smiled widely at me.
I began to motion to him to come into the house.
He continued to pee and smile.
When he was finished, he pulled up his pants and ran towards the neighbours house.
Why he chose to do this in the front yard I have no idea.
And I am pretty sure the neighbours have a washroom he could have asked to borrow.
I was so embarrassed.
What if people saw?
And they had.
I saw a few kids walking on the sidewalk during the time he was relieving himself.
Plus, I received a message on Facebook the next morning from a neighbour friend a couple streets over saying that she and her oldest son had driven by when the Kodak moment occurred. Her oldest sure got a kick out of it until she told him that he used to do that when he was that age too.
Oh the joys of little boys.
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