I took the kids and the dog to the park today so someone could look at the house no they don't want to buy it.
Just after I got there, I saw a little boy wander over to one of the benches, take his pants and underpants down to his ankles, arch his back to aim, and pee in the grass.
Um.
I did the lame yet classic stand there like a goon and look around at the other mothers wearing the lame yet classic "whose child *is* that" expression on my face. Just then, a mother looked from reading and yelled, "Evan!" She stood up and walked toward him. She lowered her voice a little--but only a little--and said, "next time go a little farther."
Nice.
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Sounds reasonable to me. Gosh, this may have been the first time that the "Whose child is that?!?" kids wasn't your own.
you know, i totally thought of you. I almost called you, actually.
and yeah, I think that was a first for this park.
I just love that parenting solution!
I blame the city for not providing bathrooms.
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