I've realized that Patrick and I are two peas in a pod: new = scary
This was cemented by today's experience at the park.
Patrick: Mom! I've gotta go potty!
Me: Okay, let's run over to the bathrooms. *running while digging in my bag for my trusty Clorox wipes* (Have you been in the Sugarhouse bathrooms? Seriously foul up in there.)
Me: Oh man, they're locked!
Patrick: Oh no! What are we going to do?
Me: Well, let's walk over here to this tree . . . .
Patrick: Why are we going here?
Me: This is the cool part of being a boy, Patrick, you can pee anywhere. Like on this tree here. Just pull down your pants and go.
Patrick: Like, right on the tree?
Me: Yep, just right there. Super easy.
Patrick: No way. I don't want to.
Me: Why not?
Patrick: Because then I'll be peeing like a dog! That's gross! I'll just hold it. *runs back towards the playground*
2 comments:
To be honest I'm surprised you were encouraging lil P to pee in the park! Doesn't seem like you. Seems more like me, actually. Desperate times...
Totally desperate. Also, serves that park right for locking their bathrooms in the middle of the day!
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