Hat tip to Sally for this Post
While we were talking about cleaning or 'creative rearranging' as commenter 'Nessa' put it, Blog sister Sally brought out about my boys and what it must be like in their bathroom. Of course this reminded me of a story...
My boys are very clean when it comes to the restroom. I may have potty trained them, but my husband taught them how to aim and hit the target. (Just didn't have the same meaning coming from me. Heh.) I have had friends of boys comment on how clean my boy's bathroom is. In the last year, I have only had to wash the rugs once due to poor aim.
I don't understand this thing, however, about men/boys having to pee other places than in the restroom. Is this some primal marking of the territory thing? I have a friend whose husband has actually peed on every tree around her house. Sorry. Don't identify. I never once have had the urge to go out and squat next to some bushes in my yard. My husband has been emphatic that if there is a restroom available, the boys are to use it. There is no playing outside in the yard, "Oh I have to pee" then go find a tree. Now I didn't see what the big deal was initially, but now I'm kind of glad he did it. I have been out at a kid's outdoor party way too many times when some mother is suddenly running after her four year old boy who has decided to drop his drawers and pee wherever, because "hey, he was outside, this is what he does at home". The mother is always horribly embarrassed. That has never happened to me, with great thanks to my better half... not that my kids haven't embarrassed me beyond belief in other ways.
So two weeks ago, my boys are on the back porch blowing bubbles and as I walk past the slider I hear Son#3 declare to Son#2, "Oh yeah! Well watch this! I can pee in those bubbles." I look over and on the porch is a small bottle of bubbles, lid off, and he is about to whip it out and demonstrate his great aim. I immediately put a stop to it. I was horrified.
Me: Do not pee in those bubbles! Do you understand? It is dirty! Do not do it.
Me: No, I'm serious. Connect with me little buddy, do not pee in those bubbles. It's going to make me angry. Do not pee in those bubbles. Look me in the eye, and what did I just say?
Son#3: Don't pee in the bubbles.
I figured I had made my point. Last week Son#2 says to me, "I have something to tell you, but I know you're going to be mad." I hate it when they say things like this. So after much cajoling and my promising that if it isn't a true safety issue I won't get mad he says, "He peed in the bubbles after you told him not to."
Blech. What in the hell would possess him? What is it with this urge so strong to pee someplace else that he would disobey me? I don't even want to know if they tried out these bubbles after he peed in them. Maybe he wanted to see if they were yellow or smelled funky. I don't know. But do you know what actually amazes me most? The incredibly ridiculous things I hear myself say, that I would never, for all the money in the world, would ever have bet I would hear come from my mouth. Things like, "Do not pee in those bubbles!"