What is the fascination that boys have about urinating outside? I just don't get it. I never understood my brothers' inclination for doing what I thought as disgusting things. They were always outside and it just seemed easiest to them to do their business right there. Our house stood right next to the church that my father pastored, but did that stop them from doing it in broad daylight? One day, my sister was walking from our house to the church when she looked between the buildings to see one of my brothers peeing in the dirt near the house. She gasped in complete disgust and yelled, "I'm going to tell Mom!" Of course, my brother was in complete shock and wailed, "Noooooo!" Either I had forgotten about this episode between my siblings or I chose to forget because I was clueless about this particular fascination with boys. When Nathanael was 6 and Caleb was 4, I was enlightened. They were both outside playing in the backyard. I had the windows open to let in some fresh air when I heard Caleb say, 'Let's pee in the dirt!" I stood in shock thinking that my brain wasn't quite functioning right. I thought, "Did I just hear what I thought I heard?" I decided to go investigate to be on the safe side. I opened the back door and there they were with their hands on their pants just about to pull them down. They had the guiltiest looks on their faces. I gasped and started in on my tirade. "What do you think you are doing? If you have to pee-pee, then you pee in the bathroom! You can't pee outside! Get in here right now!" I guess you learn something new every day.
Doc and I have actually been tweeking with the idea of going on a date. I know. Totally weird. Not the idea of doing something romantic. It's the idea that we actually might have the guts to dump our offspring on some unsuspecting person. This has always been a hard decision for us to make. I mean, we do watch the news and let's face it, we're paranoid. That's probably why we haven't been on a real date that didn't include scarfing down our food as fast as we can and running back home to see if it's still standing and no one is bleeding. Just the other day, I asked Doc, "So, are we going out for Chinese tonight?" I was crossing my fingers mentally, chewing on my lip. I so wanted to be irresponsible. We haven't been on a date in forever and I was craving Chinese like crazy. I suggested that our 13-year-old son get a chance to hold down the fort for a couple hours. I even turned on my sexy voice and said, "We'll have our cell phone with ...
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