It was one of those dramatic weather days we have here in Portland. Gentle fluffy clouds turned into torrential rain and gale force winds, with patches of amazing sunshine. When the first bucket job started, Tennessee demanded his rain coat and boots and headed for the back yard. He tromped around, investigating the rain spout and testing different mud consistencies with his grubby boy hands. After his clothes started to be uncomfortably damp, he came in for a change of socks and a snack. He looked pretty drowsy so I set him up on the sofa with a blanket.
After a few minutes, I heard him calling me. He was just wanting to know if he could have a try at the potty. To save me some trouble he had already removed his diaper on his own. There he was, half way up the stairs, pants down around his ankles, boner in hand.
Okay, let's freeze frame for a minute. What am I supposed to do here? I don't want to make him feel bad about boners. But he does need to start learning about decorum. What I really wanted to do was holler, "Cheese and Rice Tennessee Wallace Pogson! Put that away!" I went for, "Sweetie that is for you to do in private." Mr. T grinned a huge grin then hopped the rest of the way up the stairs with his safety hazard style pants. He turned around, and said "Huhu, penith!" then penguin walked into his room.
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