At the fields for my six-year old’s baseball clinic this morning, my three-year old decided to drop his pants. And then he promptly took a leak in a puddle.
I spotted him from a few fields over.
And there I was. Running across the field towards him, seemingly in slow motion.
“No!……..No, no!……..Noooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!”
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There were somewhere between 2 and 3 HUNDRED people around at the time.
All locals.
People who, if they don’t know me already, sure as heck know me now.
Yup. ‘Cause I’m the one whose son took a piss in the puddle.
Awesome.
Confessions of a Serial Swooper 
Where EVER did you find the bathroom picture? Too funny!
And, oh the joy of boys!
I was eating dinner in a restaurant once and had a nice window table. Well, it was nice until a little boy decided to do the same thing right outside while we were eating. Hey, he wasn’t yours, was he…?
tee heee…yep, boys are born with that “because I can” gene when it comes to pee’ing wherever. I’m sure all the guys were cheering.
Little boys rule.
I’m pretty sure I could come up with a picture of Tommy peeing at the edge of the water on Ogunquit beach…..