Friday Fun #9 – My 3 Sons.

Funny (but true) stories.

Just about every parent I’ve ever met has a good “pee” story about their kids, especially boys.

So, today, I’m going to share my 3 favorite stories for my boys.

Jason…

Just before his 3^rd birthday, I took Jason to a local state park, to visit with some friends. One of my friends brought her niece who was about a month older than Jason, and they were busy running around and playing games.

The restrooms were still out of service from the winter months. So, when Jason told me he had “to go”, I escorted him to a large tree behind the restrooms.

He did his thing, and we returned to the group.

A short time later we (the adults) noticed that the kids were not in sight, and we went looking for them.

As we came around the corner of the restrooms, we could hear voices…

“No, you have to push it harder”, said Jason.

“It’s all the way”, said the little girl.

“You’re not doing it right”, said Jason.

As we came around the tree, we found the little girl with her pants down, trying to pee on the tree as instructed by Jason, but instead, she had pee’d on her pants and shoes.

Jason looked up at us in frustration, and said, “Hers don’t work right. It’s broke” and shrugged his shoulders and walked off.

Luckily, we had towels and extra clothes.

Daniel…

When Jason and Daniel were little, they had a large toy box designated for their car and truck collection, filled to the top with everything from small Matchbox and Hot Wheels cars up to large Tonka trucks.

When Daniel was about 4, and Jason was 6, Jason came running down the hallway and into the living room. He yelled, “Mom, Daniel just pee’d in the toy box”!

Before I could say anything, Daniel came running into the room, grinning from ear to ear, and announced proudly, “But I only pee’d on the little cars, momma, not the big ones”!

I sat there dumbfounded for a moment, trying to figure out just what difference that was supposed to make, and then just started laughing at the thought.

That was 31 years ago, and I still haven’t figured it out.

Christian…

Growing up in relative seclusion in the country (where you can’t see any of your neighbors), Christian was accustomed to peeing outside rather than running all the way back to the house every time he had to go.

On his 5^th birthday, we had a barbeque and he invited several friends.

While the adults were getting the food ready, the kids were over the hill down in the clearing, jumping on the trampoline.

When the food was ready, I went to the edge of the hill and called them to come and eat.

After about 5 minutes, only 1 kid had showed up. I asked him where the others were, and he said, “On the hill”. So, I went to see what they were doing.

As I got to the edge of the hill, I found Christian, standing in the middle of the hill, peeing, and still carrying on a conversation with his buddies.

I yelled, “Christian! Couldn’t you at least use a tree?” but it startled him, and he turned around toward me, peeing on one of his friends’ foot in the process.

To his credit, the little boy took it rather well. He simply picked up the garden hose, sprayed Christian first, then washed off his feet.

We spent a good deal more time after that, working on manners and etiquette.

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Today’s post has been a little shorter, as exhaustion has set in from the continued heat wave here in Alaska. (But I’m still working on the book in the early mornings, before the sun starts melting my brain.)

Are there any parents out there with a good “pee” story you would like to share? We’d love to hear them!

In the meantime, I wish everyone a cool and happy weekend!

Blessings.  – Amber