I was cooking dinner in between a great game of backyard baseball with the kids and shortly after I came in to stir the noodles Sophie came running in the door crying, saying, “Mom, I went to the bathroom in my dress.” I thought this was odd because she’s never had an accident since being potty trained over a year ago. She was so upset with herself and kept saying, “I just wish I didn’t do that. I should’ve never done that.”
I reassured her that we have all had accidents and recalled my second grade near death of embarrassment experience on the blacktop. I totally wet my denim gauchos. Ha! Gauchos. I know, I was a nerd. My sister had to come pick me up and I was mortified. This story didn’t seem to make Sophie feel any better and I couldn’t blame her.
I ran her bath water and got her set up with a bath while I finished dinner. A few minutes later Mitchell comes inside and says, “Where’s Sophie?” I told him she was taking a bath and he said, “Oh yeah, I told her she shouldn’t try that.”
I said, “Try what?!”
He said, “Pee on a tree.”
Then I got the full story. Mitchell apparently dropped his drawers and peed on one side of the huge pecan tree and she was on the other side of the tree and wanted to do the same thing. When I later questioned Sophie on this she said, “Yeah, and it wouldn’t go forwards, Mom. It just kept going backwards and down my leg! I should’ve never tried that.”
Oh my word! My girl just tried to pee on tree. And I missed it! I would have given anything to see that whole thing go down.
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