I took my three youngest children to the park tonight. Mainly cause it rained all blessed day, and were cooped up, they were starting to grate my nerves. They needed to run off the excess energy, and I needed some fresh air!
We were only there about 10 mins when my littlest one annouced "I have to PEEEEEEEEEE!" Well, even though it's only a 2 minute walk to our house, I figured, "hey, there's forest behind us, why not pee in the bushes". I had never thought to myself to "teach" our girls how to do this. My son is forever whipping it out when he needs to go. I guess I almost figured it was an inate skill that we all have. I remember peeing behind boats, car doors, trees, sheds . . . when I would go on road trips with my family as a girl. It was second nature.
So, Clo and I walk along the path, looking for a safe place to "quat" a pee. To my amazment, she had no idea how to coopy down with her pants around her ankes. She had kind of a drunken flamingo feel to her. Wavin and tippin about. So, I dropped my pants and showed her. I'm sure if anyone had walked up that path then, I wouldn't be sitting here writing about it. Probably getting a mug shot for indecent exsposure. Anyways, I then held her hand, and her pants, and her bum off the ground. She started, she giggled in delight as she watched her pee make a river down the trail. As she stood up, and realized there was no cussiony soft tp to be rolled of the alders, I passed her some tissue I had in my pocket. I figured we could wait for the lesson on what leaves can be used for, for another day.
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