Pee

Tennessee's little buddy from down the street came over to hang out while his mama did some much needed Christmas shopping.  They over-turned every possible thing worth over-turning.  They bickered over riding the rolly horse around the house.  They ate pears and frozen Trader Joe's pizza.  Then they started talking about pee. 

Liam, the guy from down the street, is farther along in cracking the code of the potty than Tennessee.  He wanted to use Tennessee's potty to do a little bit of peeing.  He was happy to find out that Tennessee owns the same potty that he does (a fact he seems to re-discover every time he visits, yet never gets tired of pointing out).  He enjoyed a couple of lemon pez and went back to his business of turning my house into a biohazard.  Tennessee was pretty thrilled with the look of those pez and decided he was going to have a go at the ol' plastic throne.  Liam had to join in the bathroom fun.  He was thrilled to discover that Tennessee's penis is just like his!  He pointed out that his sister doesn't have a penis.  Tennessee confirmed that his sister lacked a penis as well.  He sat for quite some time and the talk got quite potty centric and moved into the blue realm of poop.

All of the sudden Tennessee hooted and hopped off the potty yelling "I peed!  I peed!  I need pez!"  Liam celebrated with him, then demanded more pez.  I restated the pee for pez rules.  He tried really hard to pee again until I worried that he might pop something important with all the straining and pushing he was doing and gave him a pez for effort.  They ran off a few ounces lighter and enjoyed a rousing game of "fort" involving a towel and some chairs.