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It's All Fun and Games Until Someone Pees His Pants

Ten year old boys are a little on the funny side. While exploring the condo where we are staying, he stood in front of a mirrored closet door. His eyes moved from one reflection of himself to the other. Finally, he concluded this stare down with, "I don't think I trust either one of you."

This is the same boy who, when he figured out Mr. Taylor and I were speaking in code (talking about one of the children), he stared at us both in disbelief then exclaimed, "You're talking about my secret adoption, aren't you!"

I don't think he realizes how funny he is. A couple of years ago we were wrestling and I let him pin me. He then informed me he would never get married and have children. He would grow up and get a dog and a cat and name them Bob and Fred.

"Who will cook for you? And go to the store? Who will make your lunches?" I asked.

"Bob and Fred," he replied matter-of-factly.

That made me laugh and, since he was sitting on my stomach at the time, he ended up laughing, too.

Then he lost control of his bladder.

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  1. You are going to have your hands full!

    And was he secretly adopted? Can you make a Lifetime movie out of it?

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  2. Ah Thank you for the laugh. That is hilarious.

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  3. That is too funny! For me of course, not for you at the time.

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  4. And it's so much funnier when someone else gets peed on!

    Great story

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  5. You ain't coo' unless you pee yo' pants...

    STOP IT! OR I'LL BURY YOU ALIVE IN A BOX!

    *Anna*

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  6. I love what he said to his reflections!

    I think I could live with that kid...as soon as the peeing thing stopped.

    So if you ever want to follow through on the secret adoption thing, let me know, ok?

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  7. HA!! Having four young children I get peed on way to much for it to be a laughing matter to me, but it's always funny when it happens to someone else... :)

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  8. AAAh!

    Glad it was you and not me.

    I think he gets his sense of humor from his parents.

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