Yes, I know. I usually talk about poop. But sometimes pee is blog worthy too.
Twice this week I have put the Princess on the potty and she has peed. SkyWalker and I clap and dance and sing and she claps and it is funny.
Twice in the last week SkyWalker has NOT peed his bed. Yay for progress, however slow it is.
I stepped out of the shower and SkyWalker ran behind me, slapped my butt, sang a "hairy heiney" song and then asked where my balls were. I said I don't have them. He said rather dismissively, "Well, what DO you have?" and I told him what I have and what the mens have. He then chased me as I tried to get my underwear on and sang "Where are you heiney?"
This, however, is the kicker. It happened at least a week ago but it was too traumatic for me to blog or even tell anyone about it.
Brace yourselves.
I was sitting on the potty, peeing, when SkyWalker came in and announced he wanted to pee on my pee. Sure, fine, whatever. Before I had a chance to get up, he aimed his little wee-wee for the gap between my rear and the toilet and peed. He did have very good aim.
He peed on me.
An almost 4-year old peeing on you is much different than a newborn.
I don't think I'll ever be the same.
1 comment:
Oh, sister, you so need him to head off the pre-school!
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