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Blush and Cringe

"Go potty and then we'll go," I told my son before leaving daycare. He dutifully went to bathroom, splashed water around, squealed a lot and returned to tell me that he didn't have to go.

Learning absolutely nothing from the previous three children, I allowed this excuse and helped him buckle in his seat. Turning onto a main corridor for home, I noticed him wiggling. "Do you need to go potty?" I asked him. He then directed me to a church lawn we have used previously.

Outdoor plumbing is incredibly advantageous. There is no squatting or (as much) peeing on oneself. Generally speaking, I choose a location not easily seen from the street then use my body as a shield, helping him pull his pants down just enough to relieve himself.

But now he's too big to warrant assistance.

He insisted he do it all by himself. He positioned himself in the most prominent area of the lawn and turned toward the road and me, and with his pants and Spiderman underpants at his ankles, he watered a tree as an older gentleman drove slowly past in his Buick.

What was your embarrassing moment this week?

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  1. funny story! And I noticed you are cutting back on bloggin for a while. So it's ironic that I am now going to Follow! But that's ok, looks like I have a lot to catch up on. You are hilarious!

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  2. Here's to hoping that modesty and a wee bit of common sense kick in for that boy!

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